Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

What A Woman Thinks Of Women Is The Test Of Her Nature.

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

Poetry Is Talking On Tiptoe.