The scene of hope's ahead; look, April, and next month with a softer wind, maybe they'll rest upon their land, and then maybe the happy song, and lov… - Muriel Rukeyser

And if an essential thing has flown between us,
rare intellectual bird of communication,
let us seize it quickly : let our preference
choose it instead of softer things to screen us
each from the other's self : muteness or hesitation,
nor petrify live miracle by our indifference.

Lying in the grass
girl and boy
Eating oranges, exchanging kisses
like waves exchanging whiteness.

Lying on the beach
girl and boy.
Eating apples, exchanging kisses
like clouds exchanging whiteness.

Lying underground
girl and boy.
Saying nothing, never kissing
exchanging silence for silence.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.