A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012)
I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet
long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem
standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean
on a grey day of early spring, faint flakes driven
across the plains’ enormous spaces around you.
I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem
as the underground train loses momentum and before running
up the stairs
toward a new kind of love
your life has never allowed.
I know you are reading this poem by the light
of the television screen where soundless images jerk and slide
while you wait for the newscast from the intifada.
I know you are reading this poem in a waiting-room
of eyes met and unmeeting, of identity with strangers.
I know you are reading this poem by fluorescent light
in the boredom and fatigue of the young who are counted out,
count themselves out, at too early an age. I know
you are reading this poem through your failing sight, the thick
lens enlarging these letters beyond all meaning yet you read on
because even the alphabet is precious.
I know you are reading this poem as you pace beside the stove
warming milk, a crying child on your shoulder, a book in your
hand
because life is short and you too are thirsty.
I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language
guessing at some words while others keep you reading
and I want to know which words they are.
I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn
between bitterness and hope
turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse.
I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else
left to read
there where you have landed, stripped as you are.
A few random poems:
- Константин Бальмонт – Чет и нечет
- The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence by W. S. Merwin
- Владимир Степанов – Жучка и тучка
- Décembre austral by Patryck Froissart
- Ок Мельникова – Не в этот раз
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше буржуи о производстве думали… (РОСТА №792)
- Essay On The Personal by Stephen Dunn
- Interior Design Institutes in Dehradun
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- A Gift poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Толстой – Темнота и туман застилают мне путь
- At the bottom by Vasil Slavov
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
- Limericks by Robby Charters
- It is a Show by Rixa White
- Haiku by Robby Charters
- Forgotten Promises by Rixa White
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Everlasting Wander by Rixa White
- Drowned in Illusion by Rixa White
- Dropping Truth on That Pretty Little Head by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Clinic by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- An Untold Love by Rixa White
- A Wandering Knight by Rixa White
- A Slight Change by Rixa White
- A Perfect World by Robby Charters
- Winged And Acid Dark by Robert Hass
- Under Cover of Night by Robert Desnos
- The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos
- The Sympathies of the Long Married by Robert Bly
- The Song of the Borderguard by Robert Duncan
- The Ring of Stars by Robert Desnos
- The Cat in the Kitchen by Robert Bly
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
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.