From An Atlas Of The Difficult World

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.

Poetry Monster – Home

A few random poems:

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 

• To Delia by William Cowper by William Cowper
• To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Symptoms of Love by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Silkworm by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Rose by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Perfect Sacrifice by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Parrot by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Lily And The Rose by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Ice Palace by William Cowper by William Cowper
• The Distress’d Travellers; or, Labour in Vain by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen) by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Strada’s Nightingale by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Sonnet To Henry Cowper, Esq. by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Sonnet To A Young Lady On Her Birth-Day by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Repose In God by William Cowper by William Cowper
• Pity For Poor Africans by William Cowper by William Cowper
• On The Queen’s Visit To London, The Night Of The 17th March 1789 by William Cowper by William Cowper
• On The Loss Of The “Royal George” by William Cowper by William Cowper
• On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean by William Cowper by William Cowper

More external links (open in a new tab):

Russian Commerce Agency

Dealing Monster

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

Poems by Author and Category

The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works