Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. — Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. — Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. — Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. — Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know. — Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
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Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.

— Adrienne Rich, Arts of the Possible: Essays and Conversations
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