“… the vanity of an ancient king.
The city lies in broken pieces,
where the wind draws and the vultures sing.
These are the works of man, this is the sum of our ambition!
You’d make a prison of my life
if you became another’s wife …”
When I was a teen, a friend called me up and said, “You HAVE to get the new Sting album. The songs sound exactly like your writing!”
Now, I did not have much disposable income and I did not often buy albums. But I managed to get it. And darned if it didn’t. Something about the songs on it matched the tenor of my imagination. This, below, is one of my favorites.