Was it worth while to lay— with infinite exertion—a roof I can’t live under? —All those blueprints, closings of gaps,measurings, calculations? A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do. I’m naked, ignorant, a naked man fleeing across the roofs who could with a shade of difference be sitting in the lamplight against the cream wallpaper reading—not with indifference—about a naked man fleeing across the roofs.

Was it worth while to lay— with infinite exertion—a roof I can’t live under? —All those blueprints, closings of gaps,measurings, calculations? A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do. I’m naked, ignorant, a naked man fleeing across the roofs who could with a shade of difference be sitting in the lamplight against the cream wallpaper reading—not with indifference—about a naked man fleeing across the roofs.

– Adrienne Rich –

Poems: Selected and New, 1950-1974

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