I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
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OMG, Dorothy... I freaking love you... Why did you live before I? Your poetry doesn't chase rainbows, or forlorning stars, or sprinkles of sparkly things - its just human - so open, honest, bare.... what a force to reckon with...
I love her poetry. She is as fresh today as when she published these dear creatures.