This poem meant something once, many years ago. And now, because I am no longer the same person, it touches a very different part of my soul.
I dedicate this, simply, to You.
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 unameable
nameable for others, even for me.
- Twenty-One Love Poems - IX; Adrienne Rich
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