a quiet passion for grasshopper. passion may appear quiet but inside be a love riot. i was at the liberry and i asked for a quiet passion and she said i had nothing then i asked again for r. and she found it. now we have this in common. we like to watch our passions where they wander. how they spring from grass to flower. how they sit apparently indolent in a room at a desk in a window over the garden, the mind writing a passion of wildflower love.