“I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.”
“I am what is around me.”
“Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill. / Shout for me, loudly and loudly, joyful sun, when you rise.”
“I was the world in which I walked, and what I sawOr heard or felt came not but from myself;And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
“Of the Surface of ThingsIn my room, the world is beyond my understanding;But when I walk I see that it consists of three or fourHills and a cloud.”
“I do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendosThe blackbird whistlingOr just after.”