I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
"Simplicity is the final achievement.
After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes,
it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art." —Frédéric Chopin
"I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty
that must be explained to be understood.
If it does need additional interpretation
by someone other than the creator,
then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose." —Charles Chaplin
"Oh, what would a girl like Sarah want with a simple
Nebraska boy like me? I don't know nothin' about fancy cars
and fancy restaurants. Still, I would love to show her
a moonlit night out by the hay stacks." —Joe
Some say The Lunatic suffers from an affective disorder, since the full moon can cause sleep deprivation in light sensitive individuals. However, given that the moon's gravity exerts power over the tides, and the brain is mostly water, isn't it possible that the moon effects human behavior more than we realize?