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Adrienne Rich - Living in Sin
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	She had thought the studio would keep itself;
	no dust upon the furniture of love.
	Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,
	the panes relieved of grime. A plate of pears,
	a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat
	stalking the picturesque amusing mouse
	had risen at his urging.
	Not that at five each separate stair would writhe
	under the milkman`s tramp; that morning light
	so coldly would delineate the scraps
	of last night`s cheese and three sepulchral bottles;
	that on the kitchen shelf amoong the saucers
	a pair of beetle-eyes would fix her own--
	envoy from some village in the moldings...
	Meanwhile, he, with a yawn,
	sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard,
	declared it out of tune, shrugged at the mirror,
	rubbed at his beard, went out for cigarettes;
	while she, jeered by the minor demons,
	pulled back the sheets and made the bed and found
	a towel to dust the table-top,
	and let the coffee-pot boil over on the stove.
	By evening she was back in love again,
	though not so wholly but throughout the night
	she woke sometimes to feel the daylight coming
	like a relentless milkman up the stairs.
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