For showing me the burning power of free spirit. Bound for Hell, Marina Tsvetaeva Hell, my ardent sisters, be assured, Is where we’re bound; we’ll drink the pitch of hell— We, who have sung the praises of the lord With every fiber in us, every cell. We, who did not manage to devote Our nights […]
For teaching me not to judge too soon. Neurasthenia A. Mary F. Robinson I watch the happier people of the house Come in and out, and talk, and go their ways; I sit and gaze at them; I cannot rouse My heavy mind to share their busy days. I watch them glide, like skaters on […]
For teaching me to dance. No Newspapers Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Where , to me, is the loss— Of the scenes they saw — of the sounds they heard; A butterfly flits across,— Or a bird; The moss is growing on the wall,— I heard the leaf of the poppy fall.