Resonance

"Somehow my soul seems suddenly free" Sydney Lanier

"Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish" Sylvia Plath

"At evening when the lamp is lit,
around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read.
These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.
So when my nurse came in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of story-books." Robert Louis Stevenson

I won't bore you with eternal quotes of T.S. Eliot, whom I adore. Really, in the room where women come and go....