She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

I'm No Use To Anybody,' I Say. 'i'm A Cérébrale, Can't You See That?' Thinking How Funny A Book Would Be, Called 'just A Cérébrale Or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, Of Course, To Be Accepted As Authentic, To Carry Any Conviction, It Would Have To Be Written By A Man. What A Pity, What A Pity!

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.