Adrienne Rich - Archaic lyrics

Cold wit leaves me cold
This time of the world Multifoliate disorders
Straiten my gait Minuets don’t become me
Been wanting to get out see the sights
But the exit's are slick with people
Going somewhere fast
Every one with a shared past
And a mot juste And me so out of step
With my late-night staircase inspirations my
Utopian slant

Still, I’m alive here
In this village drawn in a tightening noose
Of ramps and cloverleafs
But the old directions I drew up for you
Are obsolete

Here’s how to get to me
I wrote don’t misconstrue the distance
Take along something for the road
Everything might be closed
This isn’t a modern place

You arrived starving at midnight
I gave you warmed-up food
Poured tumblers of brandy
Put on Les Barricades Mystérieuses
The only jazz in the house
We talked for hours of barricades
Lesser and greater sorrows
Ended up laughing in the thicksilver
Birdstruck light