song of sand

Suzanne Vega:
Song of Sand

If sand waves were sound waves
What song would be in the air now
What stinging tune
Could split this endless noon
And make the sky swell with rain

If war were a game that a man or a child
Could think of winning
What kind of rule
Can overthrow a fool
And leave the land with no stain.

(1992)

ONLY AN EXPERT

ONLY AN EXPERT
CAN DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM
'CAUSE HALF OF THE PROBLEM
IS SEEING THE PROBLEM

AND ONLY AN EXPERT
CAN DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM

AND ONLY AN EXPERT
CAN DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM

(LAURIE ANDERSON)

Nyolc óra

Alfred Edward Houston: Nyolc óra

Virradt. Ő állt. Kint a torony
kongatta a negyedeket.
Egy, kettő, három, négy. A piacon
gyűlt a tömeg.
Percét várva, nehéz bilincsben,
csak állt s számolt. Szívében vad dühök.
Aztán az óra összeszedte minden
erejét, és ütött.