Casandra

“The yellow moon dreamily
tipping buttons of light
down among the leaves. Marimba,
marimba - from beyond the
black street.
Somebody dancing,
somebody
getting the hell
outta here. Shadows of cats
weave round the treetrunks,
the exposed knotty roots.

("Scenes from the Life of the Peppertrees")”
― Denise Levertov

“Fire he sang,
that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames.
New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer.
As though his lyre (now I knew its name)
were both frost and fire, its chords flamed
up to the crown of me.
I was seed again.
I was fern in the swamp.
I was coal.

("A Tree Telling of Orpheus")”
― Denise Levertov

“You must have your wits about you. No wandering minds allowed.”
― Pseudonymous Bosch, The Name of This Book Is Secret

“Not all novelists are power-hungry madman. Some are power-hungry madwomen.”
― Pseudonymous Bosch, The Name of This Book Is Secret