The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.

We are fastened to a dying animal.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.