There were seeds
within her
that burst at intervals
and for a little while
she would come back
to heaviness,
and then before a surging miracle
of blood,
relax, and re-identify herself,
each time more closely
with the heart of life.
"'She Shall Be Called Woman' Part 5" by May Sarton,
from Collected Poems 1930 - 1933
I am currently (much to my own perpetual
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