I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of a man.

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems