There Is Joy In All: In The

The Family Story Tells, And It Was Told True, Of My Great-grandfather Who Begat Eight Genius Children And Bought Twelve Almost New Grand Pianos. He Left A Considerable Estate When He Died.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

I, In My Brand New Body, Which Was Not A Woman's Yet, Told The Stars My Questions And Thought God Could Really See The Heat And The Painted Light, Elbows, Knees, Dreams, Goodnight.

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.

A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.