Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Triumph of Life"

A light of heaven, whose half-extinguished beam

Through the sick day in which we wake to weep
Glimmers, for ever sought, for ever lost ...

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Triumph of Life"

... why God made irreconcilable
Good and the means of good.

Ginzberg called his body ...

... this clock of meat.

Fredrich Holderlin

For where
The gods require fences or markers
To indicate their path,
Or need a pool to bathe,
The hearts of men
Beat like fire.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Mont Blanc"

Some say that gleams of a remoter world
Visit the soul in sleep, -- that death is slumber,
And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber
Of those who wake and live. -- I look on high;
Has some unknown omnipotence unfurled
The veil of life and death? Or do I lie
In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep
Spread far around unaccessibly
Its circles?