She is very strong and very kind hearted. But you lament too much in this poem. Don't you have anything to give to her like she gives to you? I'm only writing about the poem, not the author. The man (I assume it's a man) presents himself as one pathetic human being.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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