While writing my last post, I decided to go back and reread some of her poetry. Here is one I came across.
I'm happiest when most awayThe theme reminds me of the following poem written in 1881 by Walt Whitman.
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light --
When I am not and none beside --
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky --
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.
This is the hour, O soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best:
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.