Up From The Bronze, I Saw Water

No More Pronouncements On Lousy Verse. No More Hidden Competition. No More Struggling Not To Be A Square.

But Is There Any Reason To Believe That A Woman's Spiritual Fibre Is Less Sturdy Than A Man's? Is It Not Possible For A Woman To Come To Terms With Herself If Not With The World; To Withdraw More And More, As Time Goes On, Her Own Personality From Her Productions; To Stop Childish Fears Of Death And Eschew Charming Rebellions Against Facts?

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.