Taylor

Oh, hold them up, hold them up
Never do let them fall
Prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin
That names us and claims us and shames us all

JT

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

Stafford

I drink it for luck, that star in
my cup, after the campfire goes out.
In the morning I feel great. See, the
sun follows me like a big dog.

William Stafford

Nico

These day I sit at corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Place don't confront me with my failures
I have not forgotten yet

Nico