Poet
I am promised I have taken the veil I have made my obeisance I have walked on words of nails to knock on silences I have tokened the veil to my face mouth covered with symbol I have punctured my finger nails to fill one thimble with blood for consecration in a nunnery I have found each station of the cross and to each place have verbs tossed free, to compass the bitter male in this changed chancellery and I have paced four walls for the word, and I have heard curiously, I have heard the tallest of mouths call down behind my veil to limit or enlargen me as I or it prevails. ******* Phyllis Webb (Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, 8 April 1927). ◙ Artwork: Odilon Redon