The tree has entered my hands,The sap has ascended my arms,The tree has grown in my breast -Downward,The branches grow out of me, like arms.Tree you are,Moss you are,You are violets with wind above them.A child - so hig...

And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass...И дни недостаточно полныИ дни недостаточно полны,И ночи недостаточно полны,И жизнь...

A Wallin a field in the County of Glamorgan.You won't find it named in any guidebook.It lies, plonk, in the middle of rising ground,forty-four paces long? high as your eyes,it begins for no reason, ends no place.No other walls are...