“A poem is a window that hangs between two or more human beings who otherwise live in darkened rooms.”
Oh, I feel that. I think all art is a window.
This beautiful poem of Vassar's is actually the introduction to her collection called If I Could Sleep Deeply Enough,
Introduction to a Poetry Reading
I was born with my mod dress sewn onto my body,
stitched to my flesh,
basted into my bones.
I could never, somehow, take it all off
to wash the radical dirt out.
I even carry my own rock
hard in my mouth,
grinding it out bit by bit.
So, bear me
as I bear you,
high, in the grace of greeting.