Adrienne Rich: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

Kay Nielsen, Story of a MOther

A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of the notations.

They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds.

I want you to see this before I leave:
the experience of repetition as death
the failure of criticism to locate the pain
the poster in the bus that said:
my bleeding is under control

A red plant in a cemetery of plastic wreaths.

A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor.
These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlight.
When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time.
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
I could say: those mountains have a meaning
but further than that I could not say.

To do something very common, in my own way.

Art: Kay Nielsen, Story of a Mother

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2 Responses to Adrienne Rich: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

  1. Michelle says:

    As always
    she leaves me grateful and gasping for breath.

    (I sometimes entertain a notion that a surname can be a character reading – a foretaste, or signpost pointing to each individual talent)

  2. johnmedici says:

    Very nice presentation and of course the diversity everyone seeks with poetry posts. Congrats.

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