Long ago I decided not to try but to wait for God.
I juggle with temperamental and psychic Twos and experiment in hysteric additions.
But it’s no good my trying to make Fours.
If God does not take it up I shall be eternal Twos.
And I seem not greatly to care: whenever that comes home to me I merely light a carefree cigarette.
[Knitting or plaiting straw]
To-morrow
THE things I know are jumbled and tangled into an indescribable heap inside me.
The things I Don’t Know are separated and ranged of their own volition in long orderly rows in my conscious mentality.