I felt a cleavage in my mind
    As if my brain had split;
    I tried to match it, seam by seam,
    But could not make them fit.
    The thought behind I strove to join
    Unto the thought before,
    But sequence ravelled out of reach
    Like balls upon a floor.
                       -Emily Dickinson

    In Mathematics, Woman leads the way:
    The narrow-minded pedant still believes
    That two and two make four! Why, we can prove,
    We women-household drudges as we are-
    That two and two make five-or three-or seven;
    Or five-and-twenty, if the case demands!
                                     -from Princess Ida

    Whirl up, sea--
    Whirl your pointed pines,
    Splash your great pines
    On our rocks,
    Hurl your green over us,
    Cover us with your pools of fir.
                               -H.D.