Supreme aurora, appear
Deliver your homespun dress on my shoulders
Supreme aurora, here is my confiteor :
I confess to almighty God,
And to you, my sisters Dickinson and Angelou,
That I have sinned through my own fault,
In inspiration, in style,
In musicality and in Beauty.
And I ask blessed Poetry, ever virgin,
All the angels and saints,
And you, my sisters,
To pray for me to the lord, our God.