每一首诗都是一场小革命。

And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes—believes with all its heart—that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn’t exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty.

Every material has its own language. We need to listen to what it wants to be.

To read is to travel without moving; to write is to move without traveling.