Days Without End

by Sebastian Barry

Children may feel epic and large to theyselves and yet be only scraps to view.

Love this view of children

We were two wood-shavings of humanity in a rough world.

The point is, we were nothing. No one wanted us. Canada was a-feared of us. We were a plague. We were only rats of people. Hunger takes away what you are.

Making me think about immigrants today. How difficult it is to be impoverished without a home

His skin is made of the aftermaths of smiles.

SPRING COMES INTO Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things.