Though ALL of her writings are astounding, what I loved most about this weeks were excerpts from " Walking Home from Oakland" -
Whenever I get home- whenever-
somebody loves me there.
Meanwhile
I stand in the same dark peace as any pine tree...
Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home.
Red-cheeked from the roused wind,
I'll stand in the doorway stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
my shoulders
covered with stars.
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