a green wind at the doorI let it in to playand it began to play with fireI ordered it out and it wentand got lost in the foresttill the moon made itgo to sleep in a bottle
it is a disease of the windto keep going to seafleet as the fleetbut too small for the great iceor a ship on a still nightdancingpreparing for an ordinary death
a hat I had for every mattera hat for showa hat for winda hat for peacea hat for wara hat for doing hurtand a hat for this rainkeeping me company till night