I Took my power in my hand

Photographs — Alex Waterhouse-HaywardI TOOK my power in my hand

And went against the world;

’T was not so much as David had,

But I was twice as bold.

I aimed my pebble, but myself

Was all the one that fell.

Was it Goliath was too large,

Or only I too small?

Emily Dickinson

Kimberly was one of the most beautiful women I ever met. I photographed her four times and it was in the last two sessions that I finally noticed her fantastically strong and sturdy hands. They weren’t beautifully graceful as a woman’s hands are supposed to be in our conventional world. But these hands were confident hands and also hands you knew could open a tightly closed jam jar.

When Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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