From “A Marriage in the ‘Sixties” by Adrienne Rich

Today we stalk

in the raging desert of our thought

whose single drop of mercy is

each knows the other there.

Two strangers, thrust for life upon a rock,

may have at last the perfect hour of talk

that language aches for; still

two minds, two messages.

(1961)

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