Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems 18

Poem by Adrienne Rich

Rain on the West Side Highway,
red light at Riverside:
the more I love the more I think
two people together is a miracle.

You're telling the story of your life
for once, a tremor breaks the surface of your words.
The story of our lives becomes our lives.
Now you're in fugue across what some I'm sure
Victorian poet called the salt estranging sea.
Those are the words that come to mind.
I feel estrangement, yes. As I've felt dawn
pushing towards daybreak. Something: a cleft of light-?
Close between grief and anger, a space opens
where I am Adrienne alone. And growing colder.