Canadian Songbird

“Whatever may be noble and heroic in war is found in us, and whatever is evil and horrific in war is also found in us.”

You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace of the deepest sea, which is easier than the noise and flesh of the surface.

“I have to relearn — I said to myself — the tranquil pace of those who believe they know where they’re going and why.”

“I’d never learned how to relate to people, much less how to speak up for myself. I preferred to sit and rage quietly.”

Elsewhere the hare is described as easily distracted, trembling, highly strung, melancholy and strange.

Come tender as the trees               forgiving the books                         for asking to be made.