A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012)
A life hauls itself uphill
through hoar-mist steaming
the sun’s tongue licking
leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid
When? When? cry the soothseekers
but time is a bloodshot eye
seeing its last of beauty its own
foreclosure
a bloodshot mind
finding itself unspeakable
What is the last thought?
Now I will let you know?
or, Now I know?
(porridge of skull-splinters, brain tissue
mouth and throat membrane, cranial fluid)
Shattered head on the breast
of a wooded hill
Laid down there endlessly so
tendrils soaked into matted compose
became a root
torqued over the faint springhead
groin whence illegible
matter leaches: worm-borings, spurts of silt
volumes of sporic changes
hair long blown into far follicles
blasted into a chosen place
Revenge on the head (genitals, breast, untouched)
revenge on the mouth
packed with its inarticulate confessions
revenge on the eyes
green-gray and restless
revenge on the big and searching lips
the tender tongue
revenge on the sensual, on the nose the
carrier of history
revenge on the life devoured
in another incineration
You can walk by such a place, the earth is
made of them
where the stretched tissue of a field or woods
is humid
with beloved matter
the soothseekers have withdrawn
you feel no ghost, only a sporic chorus
when that place utters its worn sigh
let us have peace
And the shattered head answers back
And I believed I was loved, I believed I loved
Who did this to us?
A few random poems:
- Song—Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- To Autumn poem – John Keats poems
- 9 Types of Lovers – The Twisted Version
- Sounds of your love poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Song Of The Jellicles by T. S. Eliot
- Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon poem – Alexander Pope
- On Miranda’s Leaving the Country by William Somervile
- At the Mid Hour of Night by Thomas Moore
- Robert Burns: O Aye My Wife She Dang Me:
- Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy
- Route Marchin’ by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet CXXX: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- Олег Григорьев – Секрет
- Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare
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
- Олег Григорьев – Угро
- Олег Григорьев – Участковый стал в двери стучать
- Олег Григорьев – Ты боишься высоты
- Олег Григорьев – Тонет муха в сладости
- Олег Григорьев – Схватили за ногу правую
- Олег Григорьев – Стаканы
- Олег Григорьев – Совершенно откровенно
- Олег Григорьев – Слезы
- Олег Григорьев – Сказал я девушке кротко
- Олег Григорьев – Шмель
- Олег Григорьев – Секрет
- Олег Григорьев – С длинным батоном под мышкой
- Олег Григорьев – Разбил в туалете сосуд
- Олег Григорьев – Прометей
- Олег Григорьев – Приехала жена из Сочи
- Олег Григорьев – Полосатая оса
- Олег Григорьев – Пляж давно опустел
- Олег Григорьев – Пьет оса кисель из чашки
- Олег Григорьев – Папа вазу опрокинул
- Олег Григорьев – Однажды Сережа и Оля
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.