Somebody Else's Words

XXI
Adrienne Rich

The dark lintels, the blue and foreign stones
of the great round ripple by stone implements
the midsummer night light rising from beneath
the horizon - when I said "a cleft of light"
I meant this. And this is not Stonehenge
simply nor any place but the mind
casting back to where her solitude,
shared, could be chosen without lonliness,
not easily nor without pains to stake out
the cirlce, the heavy shadows, the great light.
I choose to be a figure in that light,
half-blotted by darkness, something moving
across that space, the color of stone
greeting the moon, yet more than stone:
a woman. I choose to walk here. And to draw this circle.