Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
always, I’m a witch or some similar word whatever it takes to keep me silent and sleeping with you work in the textile mills
‘Which path are you going to take,’ asked the wolf, ‘the path of needles or the path of pins?’ — “The Story of Grandmother,”
Mornings I listen to the thonk, thonk, thonk of the woodcutter’s axe, his labor a depletion of my world. Yes, he’s brawny— he can