Another scoffed at the pretensions of anthropologists, who believed that they could establish foreign policy "in less time than you can unswaddle a baby."
We are the wistful woman Who sees another unswaddle The bloom of a small ripe body When windows blaze in the west, Mourning the waste of her womb Like barren queens at a chrism, Praying for life to seed, And a mouth to hurt her breast.(43)