I am the child of time, I say:Time tastes of the most delicious wine,we drink it, and it drinks us,we and time awaitour drunkenness together,till the angel of indulgence,wholly unembarrassed,crosses our melancholy foreheads."Her poetry embodies a feeling of nihilism or absurdity, but in a positive sense, stimulating creation and innovation instead of death and surrender. This is the fruit of a transparent and sincere monologue...