We hear the saints saying: Our brother the world. We hear the revolutionaries: Dare we win? - Muriel Rukeyser

The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is the way we feel and the way we remember. (p 23)

"And still go down.
Now ladder-mouth; and the precipitous fear,
uncertain rungs down into after-night.
"This is the place. Away from this my life
I am indeed Adam unparadiz'd.
Some fools call this the Black Hole of Calcutta,
I don't know how they ever get to Congress.

When I am dead, even then,
I will still love you, I will wait in these poems,
When I am dead, even then
I am still listening to you.