It is a universal fact that
any woman who is inclined to the nature of the arousal of her mind
is in need of endless piles of ink-smothered papyrus.
It is to not say
that such arousal be appropriate or not,
but that which stimulates the neurons of the brain is most indeed
essential to the expansion of the upstairs
as well as the windows viewing out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem