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:
- In Memoriam
- The Quarry by William Vaughn Moody
- Unrequited Love – Why Can’t You Love Me Back?
- My Miracle Valentine by Tirtha Raj Baral (Sanu Punatare)
- Death039s Claim
- ‘In the Pink’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- Федор Сологуб – Собака седого короля
- Longings for Home. by Walt Whitman
- Ode On A Grecian Urn poem – John Keats poems
- She and Drugs by Mark R Slaughter
- Attack by Siegfried Sassoon
- On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
- A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
- The Image Of Delight by William Ellery Leonard
- Илона Грошева – Мечтается Алине
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
- Гавриил Державин – Амур и Психея
- Гавриил Державин – Жуковскому и Родзянке, приславшим с большими похвалами автору перевод его оды «Бог» на французском языке
- Гавриил Державин – Желание в горняя
- Гавриил Державин – Жан Расин. Рассказ Терамена
- Гавриил Державин – Задумчивость
- Гавриил Державин – Храповицкому (Храповицкий! дружбы знаки)
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала за правосудие
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала комару
- Гавриил Державин – Послание Мурзы Багрима к царевне Доброславе
- Гавриил Державин – Поминки
- Гавриил Державин – Покаяние
- Гавриил Державин – Подражание псалму (Терпел я, уповал на Бога)
- Гавриил Державин – Песенка
- Гавриил Державин – Пчелка
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- Гавриил Державин – Осень
- Гавриил Державин – Оковы
- Гавриил Державин – О удовольствии
- Гавриил Державин – Надежда на бога
- Гавриил Державин – На храм при Гапсале
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.