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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems XXI
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	XXI
	
The dark lintels, the blue and foreign stones
	of the great round rippled by stone implements
	the midsummer night light rising form beneath
	the horizon—when I said “a cleft of light”
	I meant this. And this is not Stonehenge
	simply nor any place but the mind
	casting back to where her solitude,
	shared, could be chosen without loneliness,
	not easily nor without pains to stake out
	the circle, the heavy shadows, the great light.
	I choose to be a figure in that light,
	half-blotted by darkness, something moving
	across that space, the color of stone
	greeting the moon, yet more than stone:
	a woman. I choose to walk here. And to draw this circle.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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