Hemingway

They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite certain he would never die.

Ernest Hemingway

Godspeed You Black Emperor!

we’ve been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled with rocks and dust and sick trees…so we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom…& the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful…and the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked, and when we close our eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always setting & a tangled up melody.

Godspeed You Black Emperor!

Adams

I think now of the blackened driftwood - of the air and light, of the sea, rocks, surf, and trees - it was a world largely complete - for a moment, in that air, it was perfect.

Robert Adams

Elliot

If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees 
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop 
But there is no water

TS Elliot

Elliot

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow 
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

TS Elliot