My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

I sang in my chains like the sea

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.