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Interviewer: How old were you when you became a mother? Marie Howe (poet): A hundred. Like those ladies in the Bible. I was a hundred years old. I was Sarah. I was Abraham’s Sarah. I was just telling my students … Continue reading
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. … Continue reading
1544. (Emily Dickinson) Who has not found the Heaven – below – Will fail of it above – For Angels rent the House next ours, Wherever we remove –