A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012)
We can look into the stove tonight
as into a mirror, yes,
the serrated log, the yellow-blue gaseous core
the crimson-flittered grey ash, yes.
I know inside my eyelids
and underneath my skin
Time takes hold of us like a draft
upward, drawing at the heats
in the belly, in the brain
You told me of setting your hand
into the print of a long-dead Indian
and for a moment, I knew that hand,
that print, that rock,
the sun producing powerful dreams
A word can do this
or, as tonight, the mirror of the fire
of my mind, burning as if it could go on
burning itself, burning down
feeding on everything
till there is nothing in life
that has not fed that fire
A few random poems:
- The Rose and the Cross poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns poem – John Keats poems
- Epistle from Mr. Somerville, An by William Somervile
- My Dead Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Эмиль Верхарн – Хлебопечение
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- gazebo.html
- All through eternity by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- My Soviet Passport by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- O You Who’ve gone on Pilgrimage by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Acknowledgment. by Sidney Lanier
- Иван Крылов – Ода, выбранная из псалма 14-го
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не писать стихов мне и романов
- Robert Burns: Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon:
- Карина, моей души ты яркий свет
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) was an American poet, essayist, and feminist.