Here was this poet who I'd dismissed as having nothing new to tell telling me everything in a way that was completely new. This distinctive American voice that in the past had talked on and on in a way that had been uninteresting to me about a job not done, a task left uncompleted, could now not have been more relevant and meaningful. Feminism, I had come to realise, had not fulfilled its promises at all in the way I expected. "You're wondering if I'm lonely," she wrote in "Song", "OK then, yes, I'm lonely...".
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