Toward the end of Shirani Rajapakse’s plaintive and eloquent book of poetry, she has a piece called “The Poetess.” In its final lines she writes: She walked with a spring in her step.Her expression serious. They turned aroundas they saw her pass.She felt such pride. At last to be known.Even if to just a few.They did not know she hadnothing to show. The last line surprised me, and moved me to immediate disagreement. Chant of a Million Women is certainly a notable achievement: it chronicles so...
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