Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream / His mind moves upon silence.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.