But most often someone writing a poem believes in, depends on, a delicate, vibrating range of difference, that an “I” can become a “we” without extinguishing others, that a partly common language exists to which strangers can bring their own heartbeat, memories, images. A language that itself has learned from the heartbeat, memories, images of strangers.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The sameness and otherness of language, the oneness, the great divides
From Someone is Writing a Poem, by Adrienne Rich