“Dream Song of Thunders:Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky. ”

“Sometimes I go about pitying myself. And all the while I am being carried on great winds across the sky.”

“Sometimes I go about pitying myself when all the time I am carried on great wings across the sky.”

“You were talking about the wind," the Fillyjonk said suddenly. "A wind that carries off your washing. But I'm speaking about cyclones. Typhoons, Gaffsie dear. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, sandstorms... Flood waves that carry houses away... But most of all I'm talking about myself and my fears, even if I know that's not done. I know everything will turn out badly. I think about that all the time. Even while I'm washing my carpet. Do you understand that? Do you feel the same way?”

“I am going to carry my bed into New York City tonightcomplete with dangling sheets and ripped blankets;I am going to push it across three dark highwaysor coast along under 600,000 faint stars.”

“I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.”