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Passing away, saith the World

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Passing away, saith the World, passing away:

Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day:

Victory

© Adrienne Rich

Suddenly instead of art we're eyeing
organisms traced and stained on cathedral transparencies
cruel blues embroidered purples succinct yellows
a beautiful tumor

Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law

You, once a belle in Shreveport,
with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud,
still have your dresses copied from that time,
and play a Chopin prelude
called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections
float like perfume through the memory."

Shattered Head

© Adrienne Rich

A life hauls itself uphill

through hoar-mist steaming

Paula Becker to Clara Westhoff

© Adrienne Rich

The autumn feels slowed down,

summer still holds on here, even the light

Our Whole Life

© Adrienne Rich

Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts
like the Algerian
who waled form his village, burning

Orion

© Adrienne Rich

Far back when I went zig-zagging
through tamarack pastures
you were my genius, you
my cast-iron Viking, my helmed
lion-heart king in prison.
Years later now you're young

Moving in Winter

© Adrienne Rich

Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards,

is carried piecemeal through the snow;

Integrity

© Adrienne Rich

the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety
~ Webster
A wild patience has taken me this far

In Those Years

© Adrienne Rich

But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I

From an Atlas of the Difficult World

© Adrienne Rich

I know you are reading this poem

late, before leaving your office

From a Survivor

© Adrienne Rich

I don't know who we thought we were
that our personalities
could resist the failures of the race

Cartographies of Silence

© Adrienne Rich

1.

A conversation begins

Burning Oneself Out

© Adrienne Rich

the crimson-flittered grey ash, yes.
I know inside my eyelids
and underneath my skin

Envoi

© Ezra Pound

Go, dumb-born book,

Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:

The One in Paradise

THOU wast that all to me love
For which my soul did pine --
A green isle in the sea love
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine.

Rubaiyat

© Tanwir Phool

Jo lamHa guzartaa hai who keya detaa hai?
Dauraaniya-e-zeest bataa detaa hai
Aie Phool ! ghaTaa umr se ik aur baras
Jaataa huwaa har saal sadaa detaa hai