Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.

The moment of change is the only poem.

motherhood is the great mesh in which all human relations are entangled, in which lurk our most elemental assumptions about love and power.

When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.

In the States, there has been, compared to the Sixties and Seventies, a huge retrenchment - not just in poetry - into the personal. A withdrawal from thinking in terms of social and collective values, needs and solutions. The consciousness-raising groups of the women's movement, for instance, becoming "support-groups" or therapy groups.

The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.

The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is political. This touch is political