Song (“The world is full of loss ... ”)

By Muriel Rukeyser
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
         my home is where we make our meeting-place,
         and love whatever I shall touch and read
         within that face.

Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes;
         peace to look, life to listen and confess,
         freedom to find to find to find
         that nakedness.

Copyright Credit: Muriel Rukeyser, “Song”, published in the October 1941 issue of Poetry magazine. This poem also appeared in The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser, Copyright 2006 by Muriel Rukeyser. Permission granted by International Creative Management.
Source: Poetry (October 1941)