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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems XVIII
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	XVIII
	
Rain on the West Side Highway,
	red light at Riverside:
the more I love the more I think
	two people together is a miracle.
	You’re telling the story of your life
	for once, a tremor breaks the surface of your words.
	The story of our lives becomes our lives.
	Now you’re in fugue across what some I’m sure
	Victorian poet called the salt estranging sea.
	Those are the words that come to mind.
	I feel estrangement, yes. As I’ve felt dawn
	pushing towards daybreak. Something: a cleft of light—?
	Close between grief and anger, a space opens
	where I am Adrienne alone. And growing colder.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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