lift, wind, my exile from my eyes

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. 

[Muriel Rukeyser {1913-1980} 'Song', from The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser]