Thursday, April 5, 2012

“The Freeing of” “the Wreck”

[Denise Levertov - book title, 1975] [Adrienne Rich - book title, 1973]

1.

"the sacred bats
hang in their chosen grove" [DL, Door in the Hive, 59]

"too long dead" [MP, poem title, Colors Passing Through Us, 2003, p. 20]



"I know I have been dreaming" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 25]

"Of all my dead it's you
who come to me unfinished" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 57]


"I dreamed you were a poem" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 25]

"the bats hang dreaming
of an airy world" [AR, Diving into the Wreck, 1973, p. 42]

2.
bats, omens of birth
does finding you again and again
mean that's why they suddenly end -
to begin again?

3.
my fists are full of poems
why is my heart still empty
full empty?

stay with us still, i demand of
the dead their blessing
presence

i can handle almost anything
if only the mothers stay near

4.

Conjuring “Dream of a Common” “Sorrow Dance”

[Adrienne Rich, Title, 1978] [Denise Levertov, Title, 1989]

i can't remember how to speak
on my own, for grief

"in a world almost archaic
so precious by this time
that merely to step in pure water
or stare into clean air
is to feel a spasm of pain" [AR, Diving into the Wreck, 1973, p. 36]

5.
"the sacred bats
hang in their chosen grove" [DL, Door in the Hive, 59]
"too long dead" [MP, poem title, Colors Passing Through Us, 2003, p. 20]
"I know I have been dreaming" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 25]
"Of all my dead it's you who come to me unfinished" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 57]
"I dreamed you were a poem" [AR, Dream of a Common Language, 1978, p. 25]
"the bats hang dreaming" [AR, Diving into the Wreck, 1973, p. 42]



DL = Denise Levertov
AR = Adrienne Rich
MP = Marge Piercy

2 comments:

  1. my fists are full of poems
    why is my heart still empty
    full empty?

    Thank you for this fullhearted tribute to Rich and Levertov and Piercy and so many more poets (and bats).

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  2. Truth, fragments, rejoined, reweaving, honoring ~ feels to me all ways of fully inhabiting the heart. My thought as I walk amongst this poem is 'Maybe the empty heart is one that can fully receive itself!" Thank you Scooter... beautiful.

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