Shut those damn birds up. Then I'll sing!
Yes, but we are led by a veritable eagle.
I'm just getting my strength up. I'll stand up again.
Well, sure, I cannot move, but that means I cannot misstep.
There is moss on me? Well, let us grow, let us grow.
If only people didn't walk all over you like that!
I can only give the answers I contain.
Ah, spring... I can feel myself growing.
Don't touch me, I am molten lava.
Undated Manuscript, 1935