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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems I
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	I
	
Wherever in this city, screens flicker
	with pornography, with science-fiction vampires,
	victimized hirelings bending to the lash,
	we also have to walk…if simply as we walk
	through the rainsoaked garbage, the tabloid cruelties
	of our own neighborhoods.
	We need to grasp our lives inseparable
	from those rancid dreams, that blurt of metal, those disgraces,
	and the red begonia perilously flashing
	from a tenement sill six stories high,
	or the long-legged young girls playing ball
	in the junior highschool playground.
	No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
	sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
	dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
	our animal passion rooted in the city.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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