A Man's World Is Different From A

I Want, I Think, To Be Omniscient. I Think I Would Like To Call Myself "the Girl Who Wanted To Be God." Yet If I Were Not In This Body Where Would I Be-perhaps I Am Destined To Be Classified And Qualified. But, Oh, I Cry Out Against It.

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.