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The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.

Adrienne Rich

When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet
ADRIENNE RICH

Carpet Closely Look Multiple Threads Tiny Underside Unseen Weaver
and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim us which will we claim how will we go on living how will we touch, what will we know what will we say to each other.
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Aak Claim Goes Myself On Touch Vision
Until we understand the assumptions in which we are drenched we cannot know ourselves. And this drive to self-knowledge, for women, is more than a search for identity.
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Assumption Drenched Identity Knowledge More Ourselves Refusal Search Women
The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.
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Miracle More People Thinking Together Two
If I cling to circumstances I could feel not responsible. Only she who says she did not choose, is the loser in the end.
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Choose Circumstance End Feel Loser Responsible
So endlessly, still expecting to be believed. We are accustomed to the contempt inherent in the political lie.
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Accustomed Believed Contempt Endlessly Expecting Inherent Lie Political Still
These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
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Bear Destruction Longer Scar Witness
The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.
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Bodies Expediency Gaslight Instinct Mind Truth
We need to imagine a world in which every woman is the presiding genius of her own body.
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Body Children Genius Imagine Motherhood New Relationship Woman World
When men – insofar as they are embodiments of the patriarchal idea – have become dangerous to children and other living things, themselves included
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Children Dangerous Embodiment Idea Loving Man Other Patriarchal Themselves
It requires enormous commitment like any art. But there’s a core of desire in each of us and poetry goes to and comes from that core. It’s the social, economic, institutional gap that makes it difficult.
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Art Come Committed Desire Economic Enormous Institution Poetry Require Social
Even where love has run thin the child’s soul musters strength… the rush of purpose to make a life worth living past abandonment building the layers up again over the torn hole.
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Children Love Loving Past Purpose Run Running Rush Soul Worth
I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralyzed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something – a great deal – to do with how we live our lives.
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Believe Choice Deal Inspirational Keep Language Live Moving Paralyzed Something
In the States, there has been, compared to the Sixties and Seventies, a huge retrenchment – not just in poetry – into the personal.
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Compared Country Need Personal Poetry Retrenchment Support Thinking
The most important thing a woman can do for another is to illuminate her actual possibilities.
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Actual Another Illuminate Important Most Possibilities Woman
We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out-of-control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation.
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Control Greed Little May Poem Power Technological

The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.

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The vixen I met at twilight on Route 5 south of Willoughby: long dead. She was an omen to me, surviving, herding her cubs in the silvery bend of the road in nineteen sixty-five.

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