Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
Sylvia PlathChild of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
anna letitia barbauldThe red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
Stephen CraneWhen I don't have red, I use blue.
pablo picassoThis is a Tale about a tail — a tail that belonged to a little red squirrel, and his name was Nutkin.
beatrix potterI am always humbled by the infinite ingenuity of the lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
e. b. whiteOne knew, of course, that it was not the red cape any more than it was the boots, the tights, the trunks, or the trademark “S” that gave Superman the ability to fly. That ability derived from the effects of the rays of our yellow sun on Superman’s alien anatomy, which had evolved under the red sun of Krypton. And yet you had only to tie a towel around your shoulders to feel the strange vibratory pulse of flight stirring in the red sun of your heart.
michael chabonThis living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd see here it is I hold it towards you.
john keatsThe friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might To eat with apple-tart.
Robert Louis StevensonKnow you why the robin's breast Gleameth of a dusky red Like the lustre mid the stars Of the potent planet Mars?
There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
Orhan PamukSurgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.
Richard seltzerO ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowScared the lights'll turn green You'll have to be seen You'll be like anybody else Scared the lights'll turn red You're stuck in your head You can't run it to even her How you gonna get through the year?
Liz phairI sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
omar khayyámRoses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
Edmund SpenserThe fans come to the cathedral of Old Trafford to worship their red-and-white gods.
Ben WestwoodAs long as I am mayor of this city the great industries are secure. We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear these words I say to myself, "That man is a red, that man is a Communist." You never hear a real American talk like that.
frank hagueHe's a monumental figure, a novelist. I remember him best for From Here to Eternity and The Thin red Line among the best war literature of Americans. Probably for this reason: I think it is one of the few war books written by somebody who was there, in the military and in combat . 'Most of our other war books are not.
james jones"Moderates" behind whom red Fascism spreads.
keith josephIt was the cooling hour, just when the rounded red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still, With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill Upon the other, and the rosy sky With one star sparkling through it like an eye.
lord byron