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Adrienne Rich
Size: 9.5in. w x 14in. h
Edition: 300
Hand Printed By: Sam Hamill and Les Cox / 2002
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Adrienne Rich

Time split like a fruit between dark and light
and a usual fog drags
over this landfall
I’ve walked September end to end
barefoot room to room
carrying in hand a knife well-honed for cutting stem or root
or wick eyes open
to abalone shells memorial candle flames
split lemons roses laid
along charring logs Gorgeous things
: : dull acres of developed land as we had named it: Nowhere
wetland burnt garbage looming at its heart
gen-metal thicket midnightblue blood and
tricking masks I thought I knew
history was not a novel

So can I say it was not I listed as Innocence
betrayed you serving (and protesting always)
the motives of my government
thinking we’d scratch out a place
where poetry old subversive shape
grew out of Nowhere, here?
where skin could lie on skin
a place “outside the limits”
Can say I was mistaken?

To be so bruised: in the soft organs skeins of
Over and over have let it be
damage to others crushing of the animate core
that tone-deaf cutloose ego swarming the world
so bruised: heart spleen long inflamed ribbons
of the guts
the spine’s vertical necklace swaying

Have let it swarm
through us let it happen
as it must, inmost

but before this long before this those other eyes
frontally exposed themselves and spoke

Note: Due to space limitations, the line breaks do not exactly match those in the printed broadside. Our apologies for the inconvenience.

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