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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems XIII
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	XIII
	
The rules break like a thermometer,
	quicksilver spills across the charted systems,
	we’re out in a country that has no language
	no laws, we’re chasing the raven and the wren
	through gorges unexplored since dawn
	whatever we do together is pure invention
	the maps they gave us were out of date
	by years… we’re driving through the desert
	wondering if the water will hold out
	the hallucinations turn to simple villages
	the music on the radio comes clear—
	neither Rosenkavalier nor Götterdämmerung
	but a woman’s voice singing old songs
	with new words, with a quiet bass, a flute
	plucked and fingered by women outside the law.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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