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There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

Adrienne Rich

The mind’s passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
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Another Mind Obscurity Passion Singling Tale
We can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
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Count Few Hard People Way
No one sleeps in this room without the dream of a common language.
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Common Dream Language Room Sleep
Despair, when not the response to absolute physical and moral defeat is, like war, the failure of imagination.
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Absolute Confusion Defeat Despair Failure Imagination Physical Response War
There is, clearly, both enormous hunger for the work thus being diffused, and an explosion of creative energy, bursting through the coercive choicelessness of the system on whose boundaries we are working.
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Artist Boundaries Bursting Channel Choiceless Creative Enormous Hunger Merely System Working
What we see, we see and seeing is changing
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Changing See Seeing
Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
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Alone Enough Meadow Midnight Planet Rotating Sleep Sleeping Touch Turning
It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.
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Beginning End May Moving November Solistice
For now, poetry has the capacity – in its own ways and by its own means – to remind us of something we are forbidden to see.
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Capacity Forbidden Mean Remind Something Trying Way Woman
The revolution of a wheel which returns in the end to the same place; the revolving door of a politics which has liberated women only to use them, and only within the limits of male tolerance.
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Door Limit Male Politics Return Revolution Same Tolerance
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then.
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Among Counted Down Must None Perhaps Sit Weep
I am an instrument in the shape/ of a woman trying to translate pulsations/ into images for the relief of the body/ and the reconstruction of the mind.
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Body Instrument Mind relief Shape Trying
When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have been your own, when the staves of history fall awry and the barrel of time bursts apart.
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Around Block Building Collapse Landscape Memories Notebook Prayer
It is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal.
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Changeable Daily Earth Eternal Indestructible Life Live Spawn Swallow Threating Unstable
To allow what you’re reading to pierce routines, safe and impermeable, in which ordinary carnal life is tracked, charted, channeled. Then, what of the right answers.
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Answer Carnal Charted Impermeable Ordinary Pierce Reading Right Routine Safe
[The poet] is endowed to speak for those who do not have the gift of language, or to see for those who – for whatever reasons – are less conscious of what they are living through.
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Endowed Gift Language Reason Risk Speak Survival Use

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