Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Called up in sleep: your voice:
I don’t know where I am...
A hand, mine, stroking a white fur surface
you as white fur hat unstitched, outspread
white as your cold brancusian marble head
what animal’s pelt resembles you?
but these are my navigations: you don’t know where you are
Is this how it is to be newly dead? unbelieving
the personal soul, electricity unsheathing
from the cortex, light-waves fleeing
into the black universe
to lie awake half-sleeping, wondering
Where, when will I sleep
for Tory Dent
Via Insomnia was written by Adrienne Rich.