A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesThere are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.
The Narrow Road to the Deep NorthSearching for the scent of the early plum, I found it by the eaves Of a proud storehouse.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesI am a fool for Christ...whose fool are you?
The Narrow Road: Stories of Those Who Walk This Road Together [With This Road CD by Jars of Clay]The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.
The Narrow Road to the Deep NorthHad I crossed the pass Supported by a stick, I would have spared myself The fall from the horse.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches