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65 We may think that we haven’t the courage but all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty can feel the ice, with its new coat of water, slip beneath her shoes. There are more ways than eyes, and there is a breaking up to every solid matter. The forces who determine that long wars will carry over into the next column, the brother who despises me for my plain nature, even these can be shocked into new logics. It might be the look of a snake that does it, or the entrails of a fox. There are plates that shift and quake and alter other matters slightly or greatly. If I didn’t believe this, I wouldn’t turn over and get up. If I didn’t believe this I wouldn’t plant a thing. I wouldn’t read another poem. ...

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