Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence [German translation]

So take my vows and scatter them to sea;

Who swears the sweetest is no more than human.

And say no kinder words than these of me:

"Ever she longed for peace, but was a woman!

And thus they are, whose silly female dust

Needs little enough to clutter it and bind it,

Who meet a slanted gaze, and ever must

Go build themselves a soul to dwell behind it."

For now I am my own again, my friend!

This scar but points the whiteness of my breast;

This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end,

And now I am my own. And that is best.

Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful

To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful.

• Artist:Dorothy Parker