The FoolJul 22, 20201 min readFields of SteelIn fields of steel I sit, Watching on and onThere a man, there a stoneWait! Also there it is shown
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….