Where they grow fewer and fewer every year
Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
It must be I want life to go on living.
THE STAR-SPLITTER
“You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight, and indeed,
After the ground is frozen, I should have done