There is that polynesian concept of aina which is, at least for me, concept of Blut and Boden on steroids.

Mrs. McLash was dressed for travelling. She wore a black lustre skirt that just exposed her broken button-boots […]

The Scurf is worn away, of each committed Crime

English words and thought seem too downright a medium into which to render these evanescent, half-expressed sentences and poems—vague as the misty mountain scenery of her country, with no pronouns at all, and without verb inflections.