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from “Splitting”

The world tells me I am its creature
I am raked by eyes     brushed by hands
I want to crawl into her for refuge     lay my head
in the space     between her breast and shoulder
abnegating power for love
as women have done     or hiding
from power in her love     like a man
I refuse these givens     the splitting
between love and action     I am choosing
not to suffer uselessly and not to use her
I choose to love     this time     for once
with all my intelligence

Posted in Poetry, Rich, Adrienne.

By chris
5/9/2007

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