The darkness crumbles away. It is the same old druid Time as ever… (‘Break of Day in the Trenches’ – Isaac Rosenberg)
The driver is a taciturn man but holds immense power over the passengers on the journey. He determines the route but does not share it with them, he speaks to the border officials in incomprehensible tongues, he tells them when and where they can eat, piss and shit.
March 8th 1860 Dear Sir I am in a Madhouse & quite forget your Name or who you are you must excuse me for I have nothing to commu[n]icate or tell of & why I am shut up I don’t know I have nothing to say so I conclude Yours respectfully John Clare
The insect lovers seem to be transferring the cosmos into each other by attaching at the tail, holding utterly still, and quivering intently. I think (on what evidence?) that they are different from us. That they mate and are done with mating. (‘Dragonflies Mating’ – Robert Hass)