I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I’ve been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You’ve kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone …
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.
— II, from “The Dream of a Common Language,” Adrienne Rich (via clavicola)
(via idratherbereading)
Contemporary Women's Poetry was one of the best classes I've ever taken in terms of content. In terms of assignments and grading not so much. But the content was just amazing. And it included this poem. reblogged poem poetry adrienne rich the dream of a common language ← Previous Post Next Post →
