A Grave Is Such A Quiet Place.

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind.

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!