I could never throw Love out of the window.

There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea