https://poets.org/poem/daughter-2
(…) When I say Daughter, (…) (…) I mean luck. I mean a river
empty of drowning. I mean an arrowaimed at an unnamed star. (…)
(…)In the world not this one,
I have a daughter. She is a long braid,a memory of fire. She goes before me,
shining darkly, into a city—of gold, of salt—that I will never see.