I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse!

What Am I Doing Here?

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

There Shall Be Poets! When Woman's Unmeasured Bondage Shall Be Broken, When She Shall Live For And Through Herself, Man--hitherto Detestable--having Let Her Go, She, Too, Will Be Poet! Woman Will Find The Unknown! Will Her Ideational Worlds Be Different From Ours? She Will Come Upon Strange, Unfathomable, Repellent, Delightful Things; We Shall Take Them, We Shall Comprehend Them.

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.