I wrote this poem in 1985, 17 years old. The beloved is divinely cold, almost like a statue. Compare the despair in this poem to the pain of unrequited love in Disappointment (1987) and to the disillusionment of Death of
Verse to a God
Strangers
I wrote Strangers in 1984, 16 years old. Even people who care deeply might not truly understand each other. They end up as strangers, only to part finally. Compare this poem with The Visit (1985), when the two strangers meet
Morning Assembly – On Being Different
My father’s profession as a career diplomat meant that we moved around a lot during my childhood, and I changed schools every 2-3 years. Being the new girl in class was not always easy, especially when I reached adolescence. I