among Blue odes

Violently asleep in the old house.

A clock stays awake all night ticking.

Turning, turning their bruised leaves

The trees stay awake all night in the wood.

Talk to me with your body through my dreams.

Tell me what we are going through.

The walls of the room are muttering,

Old trees, old Utopians, arguing with the wind.

To float like a dead man in a sea of dreams

And half those dreams being dreamed by someone else.

Fifteen years of sleepwalking with you,

Wading against the tide, and with the tide.

Adrienne Rich, The will to change (poems 1968-1970) among Blue odes