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“The Nomad
by Henry Shore

When our ancestors found that wheat
Was a good bread to eat
They settled in Jericho.
All of us are settled now,
But in our souls there is a great woe:
We don’t know where to go.

I am settled in a fine place
I own a house, I live in grace,
I have a patio
But late at night when the wind laments
And the garden shivers—my soul is rent:
I don’t know where to go.

One day when I say good-bye
To life and wife, and die and fly
Somewhere in a great flow
I shall be free to roam again
I’ll try to find but try in vain
Where to go, where to go.”
― Henry Shore

“She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables