I dreamed I called you on the telephone <br />to say: Be kinder to yourself <br />but you were sick and would not answer <br /> <br />The waste of my love goes on this way <br />trying to save you from yourself <br /> <br />I have always wondered about the left-over <br />energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill <br />long after the rains have stopped <br /> <br />or the fire you want to go to bed from <br />but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down <br />the red coals more extreme, more curious <br />in their flashing and dying <br />than you wish they were <br />sitting long after midnight<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-dead/
