A Pretty Sight, A Lady With A

I Delight In What I Fear.

I Remember That I Stood On The Library Steps Holding My Books And Looking For A Minute At The Soft Hinted Green In The Branches Against The Sky And Wishing, As I Always Did, That I Could Walk Home Across The Sky Instead Of Through The Village.

Life Among The Savages Is A Disrespectful Memoir Of My Children.

I'm Going To Put Death In All Their Food And Watch Them Die.

On The Moon We Wore Feathers In Our Hair, And Rubies On Our Hands. On The Moon We Had Gold Spoons.