“ Scholars, I plead with you, Where are your dictionaries of the wind, the grasses? ”
Landscape is my religion....God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin of water.
~ Norman Maccaig
Self under self, a pile of selves I standThreaded on time, and with metaphysic handLift the farm like a lid and seeFarm within farm, and in the centre, me.
I will not feel, I will notfeel, untilI have to
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
