Thursday, March 12, 2009

From an Atlas of the Difficult World

- Adrienne Rich

I know you are reading this poem

late, before leaving your office

of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening

windowin 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

poemas the underground train loses momentum and before

runningup 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 yourhand

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.

[NOTE: This was initially posted to the group on July 28, 2006]

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