November 1968

Stripped
you're beginning to float free
up through the smoke of brushfires
and incinerators
the unleafed branches won't hold you
nor the radar aerials

You're what the autumn knew would happen
after the last collapse
of primary color
once the last absolutes were torn to pieces
you could begin

How you broke open, what sheathed you
until this moment
I know nothing about it
my ignorance of you amazes me
now that I watch you
starting to give yourself away
to the wind

by Adrienne Rich

Comments (1)

'my ignorance of you amazes me now that I watch you starting to give yourself away to the wind '...It is very good... nice writing a pleausure to reat this poem... Tsira