From Gwendolyn Brooks:
I am very hungry. I am incomplete.
And none can give me any word but Wait,
The puny light. I keep my eyes pointed in;
Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
On such legs as are left me, in such heart
As I can manage, remember to go home...
from her poem, "My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell"
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