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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems XV
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	XV
	
If I lay on that beach with you
	white, empty, pure green water warmed by the Gulf Stream
	and lying on that beach we could not stay
	because the wind drove fine sand against us
	as if it were against us
	if we tried to withstand it and we failed—
	if we drove to another place
	to sleep in each other’s arms
	and the beds were narrow like prisoners’ cots
	and we were tired and did not sleep together
	and this was what we found, so this is what we did—
	was the failure ours?
	If I cling to circumstances I could feel
	not responsible. Only she who says
	she did not choose, is the loser in the end.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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