To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.

And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.