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ending as we began.


Dedications

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.

-- Adrienne Rich

Date: 2012-04-30 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liberta.livejournal.com
This is lovely, yet so sad :(
ilu <3

Date: 2012-05-01 05:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] acchikocchi.livejournal.com
<3

though you know i don't think it's sad... the message i take away is, no matter the circumstances, you'll always be able to turn to literature - to poetry - and you will be able to find something in it that speaks to who you are.

Date: 2012-05-01 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liberta.livejournal.com
Ah, I was referring more to the circumstances described. It's good when literature can be found to be soothing, or just speak to you in general :)

Date: 2012-05-01 05:50 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] acchikocchi.livejournal.com
me too! but i think - within the poem - the act of reading the poem transforms these situations, or lifts them out of narrow bleakness.

a book in your
hand
because life is short and you too are thirsty.
...
I know you are reading this poem listening for something

Edited Date: 2012-05-01 05:51 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-05-01 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liberta.livejournal.com
this is such a meta poem xD

(i'm more in the mood for something more... escapist... today, so i'll quiety excuse myself from the conversation if you don't mind <3)

Date: 2012-05-01 05:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] acchikocchi.livejournal.com
yes it is. :) and of course, feel free!

Date: 2012-04-30 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dotintheshark.livejournal.com
Such a beautiful poem... though it makes me feel wistful at the same time. But I love the many different moments it captures.

Date: 2012-05-01 05:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] acchikocchi.livejournal.com
Yes, I'm so glad you like it too. <3

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