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Some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand–a center of gravity.

Adrienne Rich

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
When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.
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Healing Making One Space Tell Truth Woman
The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.
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Children Day Inspiring Mother Strike Tied Unionize Worker
I guess what concerns me always is the need for a field, a rich compost, for any art to flourish. But however isolate or unheard you may feel, if you have the need to write poetry, are compelled to write it, you go on, whether there is resonance or not.
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Art Compost Concern Feel Field Flourish Guess Isolate Need Rich Unheard Writing
Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we’re not young.
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Since Time Week Wrap Years Missing Young
if we are unaware that women even have a history–we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.
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Bias Drifting History Male Myth Response Similarly Unanchored Unaware Veering Women
It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness
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Ambivalence Blissful Gratification Murderous Nerves Resentment Suffering
You have to be free to play around with the notion that day might be night, love might be hate; nothing can be too sacred for the imagination to turn into its opposite or to call experimentally by another name. For writing is re-naming.
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Free Hate Night Nothing Notion Play Sacred Writing
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
Most of them, though not all, arewhite and male. But even as American society is unravelling, becoming more violent and punitive, wonderful political poetshave been emerging.
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Country Poets have Unravelling Violent Wonderful
Show us to ourselves when we are outlawed or made invisible, remind us of beauty where no beauty seems possible, remind us of kinship where all is represented as separation.
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Beauty Invisible Made Outlawed Possible Remind Represented Seem Separation Show
I’d call it love if love didn’t take so many years but lust too is a jewel.
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Call Jewels Love Sex Tale Year
If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.
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Again Delta Direction Flow Grasp One River Springing Story Thinking
Each feminist work has tended to be received as if it emerged from nowhere; as if each one of us had lived, thought, and worked without any historical past or contextual present.
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Emerged Feminist Historical Justice Lived Past Present Received Tended Thinking Work
In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.
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Language Naming Oppression Power Silence Violence World
To do something very common, in my own way.
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Common My Own Something Way

Some turn to prayer, some to poetry: words in the memory, a stained book carried close to the body, the notebook scribbled by hand–a center of gravity.

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