No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
You know what they say about you - a witch, a sorceress, a snake.
Men are fickle, fearful things. They mislike when a woman's laugh can make the earth shiver and make rocks fall headlong into the sea. And so you laugh because you have everything; yet press in and on, ever desirous of more.
Snake you are....and they cringe at your teeth.













