I see myself as a fish in a stream; deflected, held in place; but cannot describe the stream.

Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.

The only truth which she could discover was the truth of what she herself felt.

Let him be fifty feet away, let him not even speak to you, let him not even see you, he permeated, he prevailed, he imposed himself. He changed everything.

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

I' is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being.

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.