Stripped <br />you're beginning to float free <br />up through the smoke of brushfires <br />and incinerators <br />the unleafed branches won't hold you <br />nor the radar aerials <br /> <br />You're what the autumn knew would happen <br />after the last collapse <br />of primary color <br />once the last absolutes were torn to pieces <br />you could begin <br /> <br />How you broke open, what sheathed you <br />until this moment <br />I know nothing about it <br />my ignorance of you amazes me <br />now that I watch you <br />starting to give yourself away <br />to the wind<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-1968/
