The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.