It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.
How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?
Itโs up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isnโt what youโre looking at. Itโs behind what youโre looking at.
If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk
Novemberโs a burn and an ache.
All forms of landscape are autobiographical.