Book titles
Further on this topic, I've always fancied calling a book "Little Nourishment" in tribute to Elinor Wylie:
Let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle or of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.
I was, being human, born alone.
I am, being woman, hard beset.
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.
In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file,
But none has merited my sneer,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
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