This poem reminds me of the stranger poems by Walt Whitman. The poet does not want to talk to a lot of people at the same time. She just wants to establish an intimate relationship with one. This is the dream of an artist. To establish a connection with the one who gets the art. Even if there is only one. And the one who is reading knows, that there are at least 2 entities with that relationship -- the poet and the reader.
by Kay Ryan
Not scattered legions,
not a dozen from
a single region
for whom accent
matters, not a seven-
member coven,
not five shirttail
cousins; just
one free citizen--
maybe not alive
now even--who
will know with
exquisite gloom
that only we two
ever found this room.
Not scattered legions,
not a dozen from
a single region
for whom accent
matters, not a seven-
member coven,
not five shirttail
cousins; just
one free citizen--
maybe not alive
now even--who
will know with
exquisite gloom
that only we two
ever found this room.
Singing oneness!
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