I Am Not A Greedy Person Except

It Takes A Long Time For Words To Become Thought.

It Is Harder For Women, Perhaps To Be 'one-pointed,' Much Harder For Them To Clear Space Around Whatever It Is They Want To Do Beyond Household Chores And Family Life. Their Lives Are Fragmented... The Cry Not So Much For A 'a Room Of One's Own' As Time Of One's Own. Conflict Become Acute, Whatever It May Be About, When There Is No Margin Left On Any Day In Which To Try At Least To Resolve It.

Gardening Is The Instrument Of Grace.

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.

Try Making A Poem As If It Were A Table, Clear And Solid, Standing There Outside You.