Напоследък слушам много Vespertine и ето нещо от там:

i will wade out
till my thighs
are steeped
in burning flowers

i will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into
the ripe air
alive : with closed eyes

to dash
against darkness

in the sleeping curves
of my body

i shall enter
f i n g e r s
of smooth mastery

with chasteness
of sea-girls
will i complete the mystery
of my flesh

e e cummings

we are stardust (or at least we went to Woodstock)