Hush a bye, my rowan red, darling dear one in your bed. Hold the branches high and low and do not mind the world below. Your daddy's dying on the lea...
While you were walking backwards from the sea, I had reached the estuary. When you unwound the seaweed ropes and returned to all your mortal hopes, I...
I do not like the thing outside, the way it stands and never hides, the way it breathes and how it sighs, that darker brother by its side. I hate its...