It's amazing that she could get kidnapped from her home, engage in polygamy with an old hippie and his wife, be 'rescued', go into a media firestorm, practice the harp and still find time to write such poetry. That Brian Mitchell must've had some fine technique or pimp-hand to drive her to write this:
'I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures.'
Why did Blake say 'Sunflower weary of time'? Every time I see them they seem to say Now! with a crash of cymbals! Very pleased