If you have taken this rubble for my past raking through it for fragments you could sell know that I long ago moved on deeper into the heart of the matter If you think that you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction a delta springing from the riverbed…
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Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750—1848) astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a monster in the shape of a woman the skies are full of them a woman ‘in the snow among the Clocks and instruments or measuring the ground with poles’ in her 98…
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I can’t write a poem to manipulate you; it will not succeed. Perhaps you have read such poems and decided you don’t care for poetry; something turned you away. I can’t write a poem from dishonest motives; it will betray its shoddy provenance, like an ill-made tool, a scissors, a drill, it will not serve…
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Adrienne Rich 