Muriel Rukeyser and I had a terrible, painful parting of the ways, so many years ago now that it seems impossible to imagine that we did. But speaking of  her recently for her 100th birth year celebration,  I found nothing in my heart but gratitude for her kindness, for her efforts to befriend a younger poet just up from the traumatic South, and her generosity in being the one adult I could count on to listen to my scarier tales of adventure, catastrophe or  bare physical or emotional  survival.