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We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Adrienne Rich

How shall we ever make the world intelligent of our movement? I do not think that the answer lies in trying to render feminism easy, popular, and instantly gratifying.
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Feminism Intelligent Lying Movement Render Thinking Trying
We are, none of us, ‘either’ mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.
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Amazement Both Complexity Confusion Daughter Mother
Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative – that we’re just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different – that this is human destiny, this is human nature.
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Alternative Consciousness Destiny Flow Grain Idea
In a history of spiritual rupture, a social compact built on fantasy and collective secrets, poetry becomes more necessary than ever: it keeps the underground aquifers flowing; it is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
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Aquifer Collective History Rupture Secret Spiritual Voice
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.
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Air Animal Blazing Budding City Dappled Exuberantly Imagined Passion Scar Sulfuric Sycamores Tree
We lose touch with parts of ourselves defined as unacceptable by that consciousness; with the vital toughness and visionary strength of the angry grandmothers, the fierce market women of the Ibo’s Women’s War.
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Consciousness Grandmother Market Ourselves Toughness Unacceptable Women
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
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Forever Mean Taking Talk Trip
It’s been associated with the power of the word, with the sacred, with magic and transformation, with the oral narratives that help a people cohere.
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Choice People Power Sacred Transformation
My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.
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Age Cast Destroyed Extraordinary Heart Lot Moved perversely Power Reconstitute Save World
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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Cub Dead Herding Long Nineteen Omen Survive Twilight Vixen
The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is political. This touch is political
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Body Feeling Political Touch
A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you… where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.
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Burn Desire Kill Living might Poem Remind Revolutionary Theorize Wick
I don’t trust them but I’m learning to use them.
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Don't Learning Trust Use
Just as traffic symbols, when driving, make us almost unconsciously aware of a steep hill, an intersection, an icy bridge etc.
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Aware Bridge Driving Hill Icy Intersection Steep Symbol Traffic Unconsciously
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
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

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