Never To Despise In Myself What I

The Process Of Writing A Poem Represents Work Done On The Self Of The Poet, In Order To Make Form.

Exchange Is Creation.

A World Is To Be Fought For, Sung, And Built: Love Must Imagine The World.

What Would Happen If One Woman Told The Truth About Her Life? The World Would Split Open.

In Time Of Crisis, We Summon Up Our Strength. Then, If We Are Lucky, We Are Able To Call Every Resource, Every Forgotten Image That Can Leap To Our Quickening, Every Memory That Can Make Us Know Our Power. And This Luck Is More Than It Seems To Be: It Depends On The Long Preparation Of The Self To Be Used.