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:
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- The ‘eathen by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Рубцов – Возвращение из рейса
- The Tree Of Knowledge
- Morning at the Window by T. S. Eliot
- Komori by T. Wignesan
- Иван Мятлев – Падучая звезда
- A Winter’s Tale by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet. Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Афанасий Фет – Сад весь в цвету
- Whoever Comes From The Earth by Nelly Sachs
- Ольга Берггольц – Борису Корнилову
- Dawn Revisited by Rita Dove
- The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope
- In the Country by William Henry Davies
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
- Юнна Мориц – Зейдер-Зее
- Юнна Мориц – За невлюбленными людьми
- Юнна Мориц – Ёжик резиновый
- Юнна Мориц – Хорошо быть молодым
- Юнна Мориц – Вместо сноски
- Юнна Мориц – Веселый завтрак
- Юнна Мориц – Вечерний свет
- Юнна Мориц – В серебряном столбе
- Юнна Мориц – В цирке
- Юнна Мориц – Трудно светиться и петь не легко
- Юнна Мориц – Свежий бублик
- Юнна Мориц – Страна вагонная, вагонное терпенье
- Юнна Мориц – Собственное небо
- Юнна Мориц – Снег в ноябре
- Юнна Мориц – Смелый гусь
- Юнна Мориц – Сказка про песенку
- Юнна Мориц – Ручеек
- Юнна Мориц – Разноцветные котята
- Юнна Мориц – Приход вдохновения
- Юнна Мориц – Попрыгать-поиграть
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.