Sisters by Adrienne Rich
I posted this poem because I have two sisters and love them dearly, even though it really has nothing to do with them.
Sisters
By Adrienne Rich
Can I easily say,
I know you of course now,
no longer the fellow-victim,
reader of my diaries, heir
to my outgrown dresses,
ear for my poems and invectives?
Do I know you better
than that blue-eyed stranger
self-absorbed as myself
raptly knitting or sleeping
through a thirdclass winter journey?
Face to face all night
her dreams and whimpers
tangled with mine,
sleeping but not asleep
behind the engine drilling
into dark Germany,
her eyes, mouth, head
reconstructed by dawn
as we nodded farewell.
Her I should recognize
years later, anywhere.
Current Tea: Diva blend (Ceylon black tea with hints of hazelnut and chocolate)
