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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems XII
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XII
	
Sleeping, turning in turn like planets
	rotating in their midnight meadow:
	a touch is enough to let us know
	we’re not alone in the universe, even in sleep:
	the dream-ghosts of two worlds
	walking their ghost-towns, almost address each other.
	I’ve wakened to your muttered words
	spoken light-or dark-years away
	as if my own voice had spoken.
	But we have different voices, even in sleep,
	and our bodies, so alike, are yet so different
	and the past echoing through our bloodstreams
	is freighted with different language, different meanings—
	though in any chronicle of the world we share
	it could be written with new meaning
	we were two lovers of one gender,
	we were two women of one generation.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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