“Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been.”
“I am only a literary lizard basking the day away beneath the great sun of Beauty. That's all.”
“A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.”
“The sun rise, The moon sets, The wind blows, The birds cry, I finally saw, The world, As it's own, While the sun sets, and the moon rise,”
“... and had a face like a bulldog licking vinegar off a thistle...”
“So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....”