…If Love Were Like Water

If love were like waterI'd build you a fountainAnd if love were like stoneI'd bring you a mountainIf love were like airI'd blow you a breezeBut as these are not loveI'll just give you mewww.poemhunter.com

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Anna and Lisa

Brudeferden i HardangerDer aander en tindrende sommerluftvarmt over Hardangerfjords vande,hvor høit op mod himlen i blaalig duftde mægtige fjelde stande.Det skinner fra bræ, det grønnes fra li,sit helligdagsskrud staar egnen klædt i,thi se, over grønklare bølgehjem glider et brudefølgehttp://dikt.org/Brudef%C3%A6rden_i_Hardanger

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The Sea

The sea is a hungry dog,Giant and grey.He rolls on the beach all day.With his clashing teeth and shaggy jawsHour upon hours he gnawsThe rumbling, tumbling stones, And ‘Bones, bones, bones, bones!’The giant sea-dog moans,Licking his greasy paws.

Water

Water is pure, Water is natural, Water is healthy, Water can help all

Water is simple, Water is free, Water can help the lives, The lives of you and me

• I tried the soft stuff on holiday in Wales,a mania of teadrinking and hairwashing,excitable soap which never rinsed away,

• but I loved coming home to this.Flat. Straight. Like the vowels,like the straight talk: hey up me duck.I'd run the tap with its swimming-pool smell,get it cold and anaesthetic. Stand the glassand let the little fizz of anxiety settle.Honest water, bright and not quite clean.The frankness of limestone, of gypsum,the sour steam of cooling towers,the alchemical taste of brewing.

Death by Waterby T. S. Eliot

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swellAnd the profit and loss. A current under seaPicked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fellHe passed the stages of his age and youthEntering the whirlpool. Gentile or JewO you who turn the wheel and look to windward,Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

Death by Water T.S. Eliot

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