The Gates by Muriel Rukeyser

DOUBLE ODE

IV

. . .

Black parental mysteries
groan and mingle in the night.
Something will be born of this.

Pay attention to what they tell you to forget
pay attention to what they tell you to forget
pay attention to what they tell you to forget.

Farewell the madness of the guardians
the river, the windows, they are the guardians,
there is no guardian, it is all built into me.

Do I move toward form, do I use all my fears?

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