She Walketh Veiled and Sleeping
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power;
She obeyeth but the pleading
Of her heart, and the high leading
Of her soul, unto this hour.
Slow advancing, halting, creeping,
Comes the Woman to the hour!—
She walketh veiled and sleeping,
For she knoweth not her power.
– Charlotte Perkins Gilman (American poet, 1860-1935)
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: November 2, 2018
Caveat: Poem #824 “Iuriong’s second stanza”
ㅁ He may have harbored some hopes in his day, Cruel was the world, and unkind were the fates, Robbed and neglected, the gods had their say... Loathsome and brutish, they lifted life's weights.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, about a fictional character.
