Twenty-One Love Poems
XX
That conversation we were always on the edge
of having, runs on in my head,
at night the Hudson trembles in New Jersey light
polluted water yet reflecting even
Sometimes the moon
and I discern a woman
I loved, drowning in secrets, fear wound round her throat
and choking her like hair. And this is she
with whom I tried to speak, whose hurt, expressive head
turning aside from pain, is dragged down deeper
where it cannot hear me,
and soon I shall know I was talking to my own soul.
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Hi Friends,
Yesterday's poem-a-day is section XX of Adrienne Rich's "Twenty-One Love Poems" from her 1978 collection The Dream of A Common Language.
April is National Poetry Month, and I am celebrating by emailing out my own
eclectic selection of one poem per day for the duration of the month.
You can learn more about National Poetry Month at www.poets.org, the website of the Academy of American Poets.
Enjoy.
EllenLabels: NPM