So for my first book, which was called "White Sun Black
Sun" in 1960, which puts it 55 years into the past.
The title from William Blake, "A Little Boy Lost."
"They took me from the white sun and they left me
in the black sun, left me to sleep
among long rows of overcoats.
I was a city boy lost in the country, a wound in my hand
was all I knew about willows.
Can you understand?
Do you hear the wide sound of the wind against the cow's
side, and the crickets that run down
my sleeve, crickets full of the night with bodies
like little black suns?
Try as I will, there is only this cry in my heart.
This cry.
They took me from the white sun and they left me
in the black sun and I have no way of turning now, no door."