Quote - Unquote

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"NATURAL RESOURCES 

4. 

Could you imagine a world of women only, 
the interviewer asked. Can you imagine 

a world where women are absent. (He believed
he was joking.) Yet I have to imagine 

at one and the same moment, both. Because 
I live in both. Can you imagine, 

the interviewer asked, a world of men? 
(He thought he was joking.) If so, then, 

a world where men are absent?
Absently, wearily, I answered: Yes." -The Dream of a Common Language by Adrienne Rich (Poems 1974 - 1977). 

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