| I’m So Glad I Was Born | 7 | | Pankhurst | 18 | | What Is the Color of Your Skin? | 28 | | You Writers Who Are Trying to Write | 36 | | All the Engineers Perished | 49 | | What Are You Doing for the Cause? | 60 | | I Claim Everything for the People | 70 | | To Leave No Door Unopened | 79 | | Have You Sold Your Soul for Dirt? | 90 | | When I Look Into the Faces | 101 | | Loving is the Only Life | 111 | | Keep Your Face to the Sun | 121 | I never found any use for birth or birthdays, dear comrades, till I knew what it was to love: I could not tell how successful my life is by the number of those who love me: I could only tell that by the number of those I love: I am victorious only when I have won my love of you from myself: winning your love of me from you is not enough: And so this day though you may not gather me to you I gather you to me, body and spirit: And so this day I count myself up, not in figures but in love, and say forgiving and jubilant things to my soul about us all.
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