Is It In These Bottomless Nights That

And Again: No More Gods! No More Gods! Man Is King, Man Is God! - But The Great Faith Is Love!

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

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.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.