Adrienne Rich: Все стихи поэта

Все стихи Оригиналы Переводы

1 2 3 › »

What Kind of Times Are These

Adrienne Rich

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows

uphill

and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows

near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted

who disappeared into those shadows.

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but

by Adrienne Rich

"Prospective Immigrants Please Note"

Either you will

go through this door

or you will not go through.

If you go through

there is always the risk

of remembering your name.

by Adrienne Rich

Diving Into the Wreck

First having read the book of myths,

and loaded the camera,

and checked the edge of the knife-blade,

I put on

the body-armor of black rubber

the absurd flippers

the grave and awkward mask.

I am having to do this

by Adrienne Rich

Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,

Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.

They do not fear the men beneath the tree;

They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.

Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering through her wool

Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.

The massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band

Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer’s hand.

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems I

Wherever in this city, screens flicker

with pornography, with science-fiction vampires,

victimized hirelings bending to the lash,

we also have to walk…if simply as we walk

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems II

I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.

Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,

you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:

our friend the poet comes into my room

where I’ve been writing for days,

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems III

III

Since we’re not young, weeks have to do time

for years of missing each other. Yet only this odd warp

in time tells me we’re not young.

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems IV

I come home from you through the early light of spring

flashing off ordinary walls, the Pez Dorado,

the Discount Wares, the shoe-store… I’m lugging my sack

of groceries, I dash for the elevator

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems V

This apartment full of books could crack open

to the thick jaws, the bulging eyes

of monsters, easily: Once open the books, you have to face

the underside of everything you’ve loved—

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems VI

Your small hands, precisely equal to my own—

only the thumb is larger, longer—in these hands

I could trust the world, or in many hands like these,

handling power-tools or steering-wheel

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems VII

VII

What kind of beast would turn its life into words?

What atonement is this all about?

--and yet, writing words like these, I’m also living.

Is all this close to the wolverines’ howled signals,

that modulated cantata of the wild?

by Adrienne Rich

Twenty-One Love Poems VIII

VIII

I can see myself years back at Sunion,

hurting with an infected foot, Philoctetes

in woman’s form, limping the long path,

lying on a headland over the dark sea,

by Adrienne Rich