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Out of silence: selected poems

This volume compiles a selection of poems that delve into the complexities of silence, examining its various facets and its influence on individuals and society. The poems within are thought-provoking and often introspective, offering readers a chance to reflect on the quiet moments that shape our lives. more

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Muriel Rukeyser
Muriel Rukeyser

Muriel Rukeyser was an American poet known for her innovative use of language and her exploration of social and political themes. Born on December 15, 1913, she was a prominent figure in the literary world, particularly during the mid-20th century. Rukeyser's work often reflected her deep engagement with the human condition and her commitment to social justice. more

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