“Smelt her soul Shy eyes rocked my cradle Her roman nose like a Duchess By then her face went away Imaginations also stuck Finally moon went away And I brooded up to skies Did his eyes met my face? Yes they did, With thud of love Fell on the velour of roses.”
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“I often wonder whether the playground of the imagination is our truest space after all.”
“Philosophy . . .consists chiefly in suggesting unintelligible answers to insoluble problems.”
“How much more must an imaginist, like herself be on fire with speculation and foresight!”