A poem by Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012)
Something spreading underground won’t speak to us
under skin won’t declare itself
not all life-forms want dialogue with the
machine-gods in their drama hogging down
the deep bush clear-cutting refugees
from ancient or transient villages into
our opportunistic fervor to search
crazily for a host a lifeboat
Suddenly instead of art we’re eyeing
organisms traced and stained on cathedral transparencies
cruel blues embroidered purples succinct yellows
a beautiful tumor
•
I guess you’re not alone I fear you’re alone
There’s, of course, poetry:
awful bridge rising over naked air: I first
took it as just a continuation of the road:
“a masterpiece of engineering
praised, etc.” then on the radio:
“incline too steep for ease of, etc.”
Drove it nonetheless because I had to
this being how— So this is how
I find you: alive and more
•
As if (how many conditionals must we suffer?)
I’m driving to your side
—an intimate collusion—
packed in the trunk my bag of foils for fencing with pain
glasses of varying spectrum for sun or fog or sun-struck
rain or bitterest night my sack of hidden
poetries, old glue shredding from their spines
my time exposure of the Leonids
over Joshua Tree
As if we’re going to win this O because
•
If you have a sister I am not she
nor your mother nor you my daughter
nor are we lovers or any kind of couple
except in the intensive care
of poetry and
death’s master plan architecture-in-progress
draft elevations of a black-and-white mosaic dome
the master left on your doorstep
with a white card in black calligraphy:
Make what you will of this
As if leaving purple roses
•
If (how many conditionals must we suffer?)
I tell you a letter from the master
is lying on my own doorstep
glued there with leaves and rain
and I haven’t bent to it yet
if I tell you I surmise
he writes differently to me:
Do as you will, you have had your life
many have not
signing it in his olden script:
Meister aus Deutschland
•
In coldest Europe end of that war
frozen domes iron railings frozen stoves lit in the
streets
memory banks of cold
the Nike of Samothrace
on a staircase wings in blazing
backdraft said to me
: : to everyone she met
Displaced, amputated never discount me
Victory
indented in disaster striding
at the head of stairs
for Tory Dent
A few random poems:
- Николай Языков – Подражание псалму
- William Henry Davies – William Henry Davies
- Константин Батюшков – Мечта
- Анатолий Жигулин – Гулко эхо от ранних шагов
- To The Lord Falkland
- The Ghosts of past, the Angels of future by Vyshnav Shabu Nair
- Николай Заболоцкий – Птичий двор
- Олег Григорьев – Комары
- The Death Of Grant poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Birthday Song. To S. G. by Sidney Lanier
- Владимир Орлов – Очень хорошая девочка Яна
- Николай Карамзин – Из письма к И. И. Дмитриеву (Что ж может быть любви и счастия быстрее)
- The True Beauty of Poetry
- I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror
- Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state 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
- Владимир Степанов – Хлопотунья
- Владимир Степанов – Воробей
- Владимир Степанов – Волнушки
- Владимир Степанов – Весёлый транспорт
- Владимир Степанов – В лесу осиновом
- Владимир Степанов – Утёнок (Буква У)
- Владимир Степанов – Угадай-ка, это кто?
- Владимир Степанов – Тула-город мастеров
- Владимир Степанов – Телефон (Буква Т)
- Владимир Степанов – Суворовец
- Владимир Степанов – Следом за летом осень
- Владимир Степанов – Синичка в электричке
- Владимир Степанов – Шарик (Буква Ш)
- Владимир Степанов – Рукавицы для лисицы
- Владимир Степанов – Робот (Буква Р)
- Владимир Степанов – Рассказ оружейника
- Владимир Степанов – Про меня и муравья
- Владимир Степанов – Праздник сентября
- Владимир Степанов – Потемнели ветви
- Владимир Степанов – Подберёзовик и подосиновик
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.