The wolf is living for the earth.

The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

Where white is black and black is white, I won.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the poet tries to reconcile that pain with the world.

Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.