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1 " Ah, grief, I should not treat youlike a homeless dogwho comes in the back doorfor a crust, for a meatless bone.I should trust you.I should coax youinto the house and give youyour own corner,a worn mat to lie on,your own water dish.You think I don't know you've been livingunder my porch.You long for a real place to be readiedbefore winter comes. You needthe right to warn off intruders,to consider my house your ownand me your personand yourselfmy own dog. "
― Denise Levertov , Life In the Forest
2 " Night is breathing close to us, dark, soft. "