Muriel Rukeyser, 1944

The bubbles in the blood sprang free,
crying from roots, from Darwin’s beard.
The angel of the century
stood on the night and would be heard;
turned to my dream of tears and sang:
Woman, American, and Jew,
three guardians watch over you,
three lions of heritage
resist the evil of your age:
life, freedom, and memory.
And all the dreams cried from the camps
and all the steel of torture rang.
The angel of the century
stood on the night and cried the great
notes Give Create and Fight–
while war
runs through your veins, while life
a bubble of air stands in your throat,
answer the silence of the weak:
Speak!