“He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there he made his bed Oftentimes he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read “The soles of my feet, I swear they’re burning””
(Bob Dylan in The wicked messenger) Orp-Jauche (B)
“I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with flutt’ring whips, the charioteers.”
(James Joyce in Chamber Music, no. 36) ‘s-Hertogenbosch (NL)