The beginning of life
The Beautiful Bloom
From My mother's Light
That left this Wound.
''The Smaller your heart is, the more hate it can store.'' - Victor Hugo
''Cruel of heart lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the Pen bitten,
The mind wrung and the song written.'' -from To Those Without Pity.
''More Precious was the light in you eyes than all of the roses of the world.'' - From Dirge Without Music
Both from poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)