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“How wonderful would it be if trust, or even love, might be possible between any of us — or even all of us. I mean, if we let ourselves believe such a thing is possible.”

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Tracy K. Smith
Tracy K. Smith

Tracy K. Smith is an American poet known for her profound poetry that often explores themes of race, identity, and human experience. Born on April 16, 1972, Smith graduated from Harvard University and received a Master of Fine Arts degree from Columbia University. Her poetry collection 'Life on Mars' won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 2011. more

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