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But, Based On My Friendship With Evie As Young Mothers, I Started Going On Freedom Rides In 1966.

I Wrote Those Poems For Myself, As A Way Of Being A Soldier Here In This Country. I Didn't Know The Poems Would Travel. I Didn't Go To Lebanon Until Two Years Ago, But People Told Me That Many Arabs Had Memorized These Poems And Translated Them Into Arabic.

We Are The Ones We've Been Waiting For.

Our Earth Is Round, And, Among Other Things, That Means That You And I Can Hold Completely Different Points Of View And Both Be Right. The Difference Of Our Positions Will Show Stars In Your Window I Cannot Even Imagine. Your Sky May Burn With Light, While Mine, At The Same Moment, Spreads Beautiful To Darkness. Still We Must Choose How We Separately Corner The Circling Universe Of Our Experience. Once Chosen, Our Cornering Will Determine The Message Of Any Star And Darkness We Encounter.

Our Children Will Not Survive Our Habits Of Thinking, Our Failures Of The Spirit, Our Wreck Of The Universe Into Which We Bring New Life As Blithely As We Do. Mostly, Our Children Will Resemble Our Own Misery And Spite And Anger, Because We Give Them No Choice About It. In The Name Of Motherhood And Fatherhood And Education And Good Manners, We Threaten And Suffocate And Bind And Ensnare And Bribe And Trick Children Into Wholesale Emulation Of Our Ways.