Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know br what despair is; then br winter should have meaning for you. br br I did not expect to survive, br earth suppressing me. I didn't expect br to waken again, to feel br in damp earth my body br able to respond again, remembering br after so long how to open again br in the cold light br of earliest spring-- br br afraid, yes, but among you again br crying yes risk joy br br in the raw wind of the new world.