From the recording Poetry (demos)

Anna: vocals, keyboard
Dorothy Parker: poetry


How the arrogant iris would wither and fade
If the soft summer dew never fell.
And the timid arbutus that hides in the shade
Would no longer make fragrant the dell!
All the silver-flecked fishes would languish and die
Were it not for the foam-spangled stream;
Little brooks could not flow, without rain from the sky;
Nor a poet get on without dreams.