ΙΙ (από τα ΕΙΚΟΣΙ ΠΕΝΤΕ ΕΡΩΤΙΚΑ ΠΟΙΗΜΑΤΑ )
Ξυπνάω στο κρεβάτι σου. Ξέρω ότι έχω ονειρευτεί.
Νωρίτερα, το ξυπνητήρι μάς χώρισε τη μια από την άλλη.
Παρέμεινες στο γραφείο σου για ώρες. Ξέρω καλά ότι το ονειρεύτηκα:
η φίλη μας η ποιήτρια μπαίνει στο δωμάτιό μου
όπου έχω περάσει τις μέρες γράφοντας,
προσχέδια, αντίγραφα, ποιήματα σκορπισμένα παντού,
και επιθυμώ να της δείξω το ποίημα
που είναι το ποίημα της ζωής μου. Αλλά διστάζω
και ξυπνώ. Με έχει ξυπνήσει το φιλί σου
στα μαλλιά. Ονειρεύτηκα ότι ήσουν ένα ποίημα,
λέω, ένα ποίημα που επιθυμούσα να δείξω σε κάποιον…
και γελώ και ονειρεύομαι ξανά ότι επιθυμώ
να σε δείξω σε όλους όσους αγαπώ,
να προχωρήσουμε στα φανερά μαζί
μέσα στην έλξη της βαρύτητας, την καθόλου απλή,
που μεταφέρει την ανάλαφρη χλόη αρκετά μακριά στην ανοδική ανάσα του αέρα.
Adrienne Rich / ΗΠΑ
Η έλξη των ομωνύμων. Ανθολογία ομο-ερωτικών ποιημάτων (Οδυσσέας, 2005)
[…] Adrienne Rich’s problematic motherhood and the relationship with her husband are recounted in Of Woman Born. She has explained how, in writing this book, personal content was hard to avoid, because it was “rooted” in her own past. Rich’s married life was conditioned by her efforts to make domestic duties compatible with her writing career. The essay “Anger and Tendencies” examines the plight Rich suffered but it also examines the “feminine mystique” surrounding the life of middle-class women in the 1950s and 1960s. Although her husband was “affectionate” and “generous”, the demands of the household did not allow Rich to advance as a writer, and their relationship deteriorated until she left him in 1970. That same year he committed suicide. In “From a Survivor” (Diving, 1973), a poem written two years after his death, Rich laments the fact that her husband was not able to recover from their separation, although she had frankly confessed her lesbianism to him, and they had talked about “making the leap” to a new life. In sections 17 and 22 of “Sources” she also addressed her husband in an attempt to envision how he might have started to live again.
She came out as a lesbian in Twenty-One Love Poems. […]
Victoria Boynton, Jo Malin: Encyclopedia of Women's Autobiography: K-Z
She came out as a lesbian in Twenty-One Love Poems. […]
Victoria Boynton, Jo Malin: Encyclopedia of Women's Autobiography: K-Z
Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήfor years of missing each other. Yet only this odd warp
in time tells me we’re not young.
Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,
my limbs streaming with a purer joy?
did I lean from any window over the city
listening for the future
as I listen here with nerves tuned for your ring?
And you, you move toward me with the same tempo.
Your eyes are everlasting, the green spark
of the blue-eyed grass of early summer,
the green-blue wild cress washed by the spring.
At twenty, yes: we thought we’d live forever.
At forty-five, I want to know even our limits.
I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other life,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRQapdNY-F4
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