Your dog, tranquil and innocent, dozes through
our cries, our murmured dawn conspiracies
our telephone calls. She knows—what can she know?
If in my human arrogance I claim to read
her eyes, I find there only my own animal thoughts:
that creatures must find each other for bodily comfort
...
that without tenderness, we are in hell.
from poem X by Adrienne Rich
https://allpoetry.com/poem/10381465-Twenty-One-Love-Poems-X-by-Adrienne-Rich
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