It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

You are who you choose to be.

Haven’t you heard of the music of the spheres?” asked the dragon. “It’s the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I’m a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.