Two Stories I think I shall go away today. It rains, and water hurls it down, a trickle beside the drain leads off, synced voices dissecting nature. Into the garden’s clamored silence, verging on the bodied green, where twisted sedge and foam-touched eyes are, nature knows its mercurial friends, and hanging lotus: Who sings to the long-flung shadows, wake up! wake up through what is night!
- Mina Loy