Hearing again the four vowels of the wind
Hearing again the talking house
and the four vowels of the wind,
and midnight monsters whispering
In the white throat of my room.
[…] Each old and echo-salted tongue
sings to my backward glance,
but the voice of the boy, the boy I seek,
within my mouth is dumb.
Laurie Lee, The Abandoned Shade
Click HERE to read an accompanying essay by Matthew Holman