“No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
But you know that we shall meet again
If your mem’ry serves you well”
(Bob Dylan in “This wheel’s on fire”
Essen (D)
Would this be a bird paradise?
“t was a bird of Paradise,
Over the roofs he flew.
All the children, in a trice,
Clapped their hands and cried, “How nice!”
“Look — his wings are blue!”
His body was of ruby red,
His eyes were burning gold.
All the grown-up people said,
“What a pity the creature is not dead,
For then it could be sold!””
(M. Coleridge in London town)
Seraing (B)
