Why Is It That People Who Cannot

Gardening Is The Instrument Of Grace.

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.

One Of The Springs Of Poetry Is Joy.

I Write Poems, Have Always Written Them, To Transcend The Painfully Personal And Reach The Universal.

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.