from the article:
A Longing for Vengeance
Powerful apparition of hurricanes, violent, like this grief that shakes me! Come, rile me up! Come, with your breath stoke like a flame my mind!
Let lightning hiss and with a clamor crack, while—like dry leaf, like wilted flower— the gust of your breath, the oak fells. Broken and castoff, into the roaring river!
From this soul that invokes and follows you, envying, as she does, the vastness of your devastation, sowing on every side, strange confusions.
Come…to the twisted pain that devours her, unleash your cruelty, and dry the tears that coward weeps!