COMBINATION OF FEMINISM AND WOMANISM

Gender

Female

Relationship Status:

Single

About Me:

“GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him—
Tell him the page I did n’t write;
Tell him I only said the syntax,
And left the verb and the pronoun out.
Tell him just how the fingers hurried,
Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,
So you could see what moved them so.

“Tell him it was n’t a practised writer,
You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,
As if it held but the might of a child;
You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.
Tell him—No, you may quibble there,
For it would split his heart to know it,
And then you and I were silenter.

“Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing ‘day!’
And you got sleepy and begged to be ended—
What could it hinder so, to say?
Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious,
But if he ask where you are hid
Until to-morrow,—happy letter!
Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!”

Emily Dickinson.



My Two Latest, Favorite Quotes:

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit" Aristotle"

"Pa kite moun di ou se manti: ou pa dwe reve chatau le-w nan pay kay"

Activities:

yoga, tennis,

Interests:

Carribean and African/African-American literature, clinical issues in psychology, methodology, behavioral statistics

Favorite Music:

All except heavy metals. My favorite is jazz





Translation in English

E lucevan le stelle,
e olezzava la terra
stridea l'uscio dell'orto
e un passo sfiorava la rena.
Entrava ella fragrante,
mi cadea fra le braccia.

O dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr'io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli!
Svanì per sempre il sogno mio d'amore.
L'ora è fuggita, e muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita!


How the stars used to shine there,
How sweet the earth smelled,
The orchard gate would creak,
And a footstep would lightly crease the sand.
She'd come in, fragrant as a flower,
And she'd fall into my arms.

Oh! sweet kisses, oh! lingering caresses,
Trembling, I'd slowly uncover her dazzling beauty.
Now, my dream of love has vanished forever.
My last hour has flown, and I die hopeless!
And never have loved life more!
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Favorite Movies:

Beautiful Mind, The count of Monte Cristo, Becoming Jane, Pride and Prejudice, Coming to America, Maria Full of Grace...

Favorite Books:

Too many to mention. However, I am not a typical fiction reader

He Loves Me - Kirk Franklin