By Nancy Zigler

I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself
I exist     that is enough,
One word is by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten million years,
I can wait.
know the amplitude of time.
I am the poet of the pleasures of heaven and the pains of hell
there is nothing greater than the mother
I chant enough
size is only development