All time is unreedemable.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?