Leaning over this parapet I see far out a waste of water. A fin turns. This bare visual impression is unattached to any line of reason, it springs up as one might see the fin of a porpoise on the horizon. Visual impressions often communicate thus briefly statements that we shall in time come to uncover and coax into words.

and let there be new forms and stranger

First she starved herself of love, which meant also life; then of poetry in deference to what she thought her religion demanded.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.