Adrienne Rich's North American Time, Jacked

When my dreams showed signs, then I began to wonder.

Everything we write—and this—is verbal privilege.

Try sitting at a typewriter; the breath of your planet.

It doesn’t matter what you think, and this is verbal privilege.

Suppose you want to write? You have to know these things:

Poet, sister:      words—of North American time.

I am thinking this in a country.

I need to know these things.

Sometimes, gliding at night is meant to break my heart and reduce me to silence.

In North America time stumbles on and I start to speak again.


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