Adrienne Rich - For Example lyrics

Sometimes you meet an old man
Whose fist isn't clenched blue-white
Someone like that old poet

Whose grained palm once travelled
The bodies of sick children
Back in the typed line

Was room for everything: the blue
Grape hyacinth patch, the voluntary touch

Of cheek on breast, the ear
Alert for a changed heartbeat
And for other sounds too

That live in a typed line:
The breath of animals, stopping
And starting up of busses

Trashfires in empty lots
Attention once given returned again as power

An old man's last few evenings
Might be inhabited not by a public

Fountains of applause off
Auditorium benches
Tributes read at hotel banquets

But by reverberations
The ear had long desired
Accepted and absorbed

The late poem might be written
In a night suddenly awake
With quiet new sounds

As when a searchlight plays
Against the dark bush tangle
And birds speak in reply