The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

Hurry up, please, its time.

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

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