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Muriel Rukeyser

A beach of dream before the smoking mirror.
You are close to that surf, and the leaves heated by noon, and
the star-ax, the miner’s glitter walls. The crests of the sea
Are the same strength you wake with, the darkness is the eyes
of children forming for a blaze of sight and soon, soon,
Everywhere, you own silence, who drink from the crater, the
nebula, one another, the changes of the soul.

— Muriel Rukeyser, from “[Murmurs from the earth of this land],” The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser (University of Pittsburgh Press 2006)

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