I dream of men that will not leave my room, perched like birds of prey at my bedside. I dream of men hurting me,
“What power art thou/Who from below Hast made me rise/Unwilling and slow….” –John Dryden, libretto “The Cold Song” for Henry Purcell’s King Arthur How
and we in us find the eagle and the dove. The eagle and the dove hold each other by the wing and fly away.