So this tangle of impossible resolutions and irresolutions: The desire to have fun, to make noise, and so to... Add to the already all-but-illegible scrub forest of graffiti on the shithouse wall. Someone is coming to get you: The mailman, or a butler enters with a letter on a tray Whose message is to change everything, but in the meantime ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A stag of warrant, a stag, a stag, A runnable stag, a kingly crop,... Brow, bay and tray and three on top, A stag, a runnable stag.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The narcissus has copied the arch of your slight breast:... your feet are citron-flowers, your knees, cut from white-ash, your thighs are rock-cistus.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure,... though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On Thursday morning going through the quiet woods... it is not Thursday. To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For it's home, dearie, home--it's home I want to be. Our topsails are hoisted, and we'll away to sea.... O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree They're all growing green in the old countrie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »