I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I could never throw Love out of the window.
...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!