Peter Hain – Quotes

Now the November woods are clear and cold
and fragile snowflakes tremble in the air.
If the year's waning be like growing old,
come, Time, and sorincle snowflakes in my hair.

A bit beyond perception's reach
I sometimes believe I see
that Life is two locked boxes, each
containing the other's key.

To make a name for learning
When others roads are barred,
Take something very easy
And make it very hard.