Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
The Song of AchillesWhen he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him
The Song of AchillesThe world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.
The Song of the LarkIt's not about putting forth the questions, it's about accepting the answers we ask for.
Silence Is A Song I Know All The Words ToEven the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen SilencesPeople are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.
This Song Will Save Your Life