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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems IX
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	IX
	
Your silence today is a pond where drowned things live
	I want to see raised dripping and brought into the sun.
	It’s not my own face I see there, but other faces,
	even your face at another age.
	Whatever’s lost there is needed by both of us—
	a watch of old gold, a water-blurred fever chart,
	a key… Even the silt and pebbles of the bottom
	deserve their glint of recognition. I fear this silence,
	this inarticulate life. I’m waiting
	for a wind that will gently open this sheeted water
	for once, and show me what I can do
	for you, who have often made the unnameable
	nameable for others, even for me.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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