In those years, people will say, we lost track <br />of the meaning of we, of you <br />we found ourselves <br />reduced to I <br />and the whole thing became <br />silly, ironic, terrible: <br />we were trying to live a personal life <br />and, yes, that was the only life <br />we could bear witness to <br /> <br />But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged <br />into our personal weather <br />They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove <br />along the shore, through rages of fog <br />where we stood, saying I<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-those-years/
