A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012)
the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety
~ Webster
A wild patience has taken me this far
as if I had to bring to shore
a boat with a spasmodic outboard motor
old sweaters, nets, spray-mottled books
tossed in the prow
some kind of sun burning my shoulder-blades.
Splashing the oarlocks. Burning through.
Your fore-arms can get scalded, licked with pain
in a sun blotted like unspoken anger
behind a casual mist.
The length of daylight
this far north, in this
forty-ninth year of my life
is critical.
The light is critical: of me, of this
long-dreamed, involuntary landing
on the arm of an inland sea.
The glitter of the shoal
depleting into shadow
I recognize: the stand of pines
violet-black really, green in the old postcard
but really I have nothing but myself
to go by; nothing
stands in the realm of pure necessity
except what my hands can hold.
Nothing but myself?….My selves.
After so long, this answer.
As if I had always known
I steer the boat in, simply.
The motor dying on the pebbles
cicadas taking up the hum
dropped in the silence.
Anger and tenderness: my selves.
And now I can believe they breathe in me
as angels, not polarities.
Anger and tenderness: the spider’s genius
to spin and weave in the same action
from her own body, anywhere —
even from a broken web.
The cabin in the stand of pines
is still for sale. I know this. Know the print
of the last foot, the hand that slammed and locked the door,
then stopped to wreathe the rain-smashed clematis
back on the trellis
for no one’s sake except its own.
I know the chart nailed to the wallboards
the icy kettle squatting on the burner.
The hands that hammered in those nails
emptied that kettle one last time
are these two hands
and they have caught the baby leaping
from between trembling legs
and they have worked the vacuum aspirator
and stroked the sweated temples
and steered the boat there through this hot
misblotted sunlight, critical light
imperceptibly scalding
the skin these hands will also salve.
A few random poems:
- Brockley Coomb by Samuel Coleridge
- The First Part: Sonnet 1 – In my first years, and prime yet not at height by William Drummond
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Epigram—The Toad-eater by Robert Burns
- 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.
- Don’t Give A Dose To The One You Love Most by Shel Silverstein
- Федор Сологуб – Моя верховная воля
- Base Details by Siegfried Sassoon
- Landscape At The End Of The Century by Stephen Dunn
- Sly Dick by Thomas Chatterton
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- Bang-Bang by Mikey D Wentworth
- That Summer by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Sonnet 12
- Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown poem – John Keats 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
- Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of — by William Wordsworth
- Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe by William Wordsworth
- Address To A Child During A Boisterous Winter By My Sister by William Wordsworth
- A Wren’s Nest by William Wordsworth
- A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill by William Wordsworth
- A Prophecy. February 1807 by William Wordsworth
- A Night Thought by William Wordsworth
- A Night-Piece by William Wordsworth
- A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags, by William Wordsworth
- A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. by William Wordsworth
- A Farewell by William Wordsworth
- A Character by William Wordsworth
- Upon a Lady’s Fall Over a Stile, Gotten by Running From Her Love by William Wycherley
- To his Indifferent Mistress by William Wycherley
- The Poor Lover to His Rich Mistress about to Marry His Coxcombly Rival by William Wycherley
- Sleep and Death by William Wycherley
- On a Sea Fight, Which the Author was in, Betwixt the English and Dutch by William Wycherley
- Love and Wine by William Wycherley
- In Praise of Laziness by William Wycherley
- Drinking-Song, A. To a Formal, Proud, Sober Coxcomb by William Wycherley
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.