• Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

• Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.

E.E. Cummings

• Caxton (Poems for Leticia)
• See this is what I tried to do: I caught all the birds I have ever seen, or never imagined or could not imagine, and put them all in a cage devised to fit the roof of your hands. Each of them was put into a calm, folded-down secret, bones and colored feathers, all posed carefully for the image of beautiful flights, for a live and silent world happy with its fiction. This aviary that I wanted you to have is in itself a bird with no flight. Its wings stunned purposefully. It is a Caxton tamed, patient for the pleasure of your eyes and fingers. I taught it to teach you of flight.

Noli Adrian de Pedro

• Doubt thou, the Starres are fire, Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue: Doubt Truth to be a Lier, But neuer Doubt, I loue.

Shakespeare

• O Lord, come. Maranatha