5 Kate Bush Quotes on Poetry

Kate Bush quotes on poetry

4. How I'm moved. How you move me With your beauty's potency.

53. Oh! England, my Lionheart! Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge. Give me one kiss in apple-blossom. Give me one wish, and I'd be wassailing In the orchard, my English rose, Or with my shepherd, who'll bring me home.

210. The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah Just want your sexuality. Don't want excuses, yeah Write me your poetry in motion Write it just for me, yeah And sign it with a kiss.

229. The fine purple The purest gold The red of the Sacred Heart The grey of a ghost The 'L' of the lips are open To the 'O' of the Host The 'V' of the velvet The 'E' of my eye The eye in wonder The eye that sees The 'I' that loves you.

255. Who knows who wrote that song of summer, That blackbirds sing at dusk, This is a song of colour, Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust, Then climb into bed and turn to dust.