Your dog, tranquil and innocent, dozes throughour cries, our murmured dawn conspiraciesour telephone calls.
She knows—what can she know?
If in my human arrogance I claim to readher eyes,
I find there only my own animal thoughts:that creatures must find each other for bodily comfort,that voices of the psyche drive through the fleshfurther than the dense brain could have foretold,that the planetary nights are growing cold for thoseon the same journey, who want to touchone creature-traveler clear to the end;that without tenderness, we are in hell. This is poem X, from Adrienne Rich's Twenty-One Love Poems collection, written between 1974-1976. These were originally published as a complete collection but were later re-published and included as part of another collection of works, written between 1974-1977, called The Dream Of A Common Language.
Twenty-One Love Poems and The Floating Poem, (un-numbered) can all be found here at oldpoetry.
