The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream… Continue reading W.B. Yeats
I’m not much but I’m all I have. — Philip K. Dick, Martian Time-Slip. (Vintage; Reissue edition May 30, 1995) Originally published 1964.