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I shall ride my heart thundering across the plain

Outdistance you all and leave myself behind—

Who am I on this high proud beast

Who knows where I should ride better than I do?

Oh I do not like to look back at myself there

Little among the stay-at-homes, the restabeds.

No, sting my self-content to hunger

Till up I ride my heart to the high lands

Leaving myself behind

Teach me to love my hunger,

Send me hard winds off the sands.

—DORIS LESSING FROM THE MARRIAGES BETWEEN ZONES THREE, FOUR, AND FIVE