How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin; I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.