To be in the light of the leaves, To be a bird and to hit the sky All green, all blue, and that was true, At sunset they rise again, At sunset my loveliness was lying down In the line of the leaves and length.
- Gertrude Stein
To be in the light of the leaves, To be a bird and to hit the sky All green, all blue, and that was true, At sunset they rise again, At sunset my loveliness was lying down In the line of the leaves and length.