| Ideal Landscape We had to take the world as it was given; The nursemaid sitting passive in the park Was rarely a changeling prince accosted. The mornings happened similar and stark In rooms of selfhood where we woke and lay Watching today unfold like yesterday. Our friends were not unearthly beautiful, Nor spoke with tongues of gold; our lovers blundered Now and again when most we sought perfection, Or hid in cupboards when the heavens thundered. The human rose to haunt us everywhere, Raw, flawed, and asking more than we could bear. And always time was rushing like a tram Through streets of a foreign city,streets we saw Opening into great and sunny squares We could not find again, no map could show-- Never those fountains tossed in that same light, Those gilded trees, those statues green and white. --Adrienne Rich |
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