Nourish Beginnings, Let Us Nourish

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

Poetry Is, Above All, An Approach To The Truth Of Feeling.

The Heavy Sensual Shoulders, The Thighs, The Blood-born Flesh And Earth Turning Into Color, Rocks Into Their Crystals, Water To Sound, Fire To Form: Life Flickers Uncounted Into The Supple Arms Of Love.

A World Is To Be Fought For, Sung, And Built: Love Must Imagine The World.

All The Poems Of Our Lives Are Not Yet Made.