roemove the plow and hive, shoo away the bee.
—Billy Collins, from “Languor” in Nine Horsesbr redesign my family coat of arms—
tetter to count my lucky coins,
to listen to the dog breathing on the floor,
Bo occupy the still room of thought,
etter to stay here,
Talvez eu devesse falar sobre coisas que eu não quero falar, então não vou precisar voltar para a escola. As coisas poderiam ser mais ruins; eu tenho o meu quarto e fico nele o dia todo.
Just as the earth’s thirst is quenched by the rain, enabling it to bring forth greenery, a man is the one who satisfies a woman's thirst. Woman is *Shakti* (primordial energy), and man is the embodiment of that power.