In the night of the mountain in the morning of the sea I stood and closed my eyes to what comprises our life. Wherever we feel the deep river we are troubled… I walked the winds and cried to the stars my deep heaven.

But I had to come back.

Soon the night will lie between us, and I will say that the snow is deep in this place. I remember now; I have returned and have tried to say my words.

The birds must speak and the fields give answer with their colors before me.

Is this the freedom that is mine?

• Muriel Rukeyser