“The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.” ShouldTurnsLosesBearsRingsNosesSlipsBrutes Author:Jane Porter
“A terrible violence of creation,A flash into the burning heart of the abominable;Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,The burning lake turns into a forest pool,The fire subsides into rings of water,A sunlit silence.” IfsHeartTurnsWaitingWaterSilenceFireViolenceCreationTerribleRingsForestsBurningInstantLakesPoolFearfulFlashUnafraidBurning Heart Book:The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke