by Adrienne RichI dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you weresick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over
energy the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight
For the Dead
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