Up From The Bronze, I Saw Water

Poetry Is Often Generations In Advance Of The Thought Of Its Time.

Hate Does Not Present Many Choices; If Hate Is Your Solution, You Are Fairly Certain To Hate All Phemonena With Equal Joy And Intensity, Without Troubling To Drag Into Prominence Any One Feature From The Loathsome Whole.

...in A Time Lacking In Truth And Certainty And Filled With Anguish And Despair, No Woman Should Be Shamefaced In Attempting To Give Back To The World, Through Her Work, A Portion Of Its Lost Heart.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony As A Statue Is Carved Out Of Marble.