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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 4, 2009 12:32:35 GMT -5
Benjamin Revisited The angel of history is flown
now meet the janitor down in the basement, who shirtless, smoking
has the job of stoking the so-called past into the so-called present
Waiting for Rain, for Music 1
Burn me some music Send my roots rain I'm swept dry from inside Hard winds rack my core
A struggle at the roots of the mind Whoever said it would go on and on like this
Straphanger swaying inside a runaway car palming a notebook scribbled
in contraband calligraphy against the war poetry wages against itself
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Once under a shed's eaves thunder drumming membrane of afternoon electric scissors slitting the air
thick drops spattering few and far we could smell it then a long way off
But where's the rain coming to soak this soil
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Burn me some music There's a tune "Neglect of Sorrow" I've heard it hummed or strummed my whole life long in many a corridor waiting for tomorrow long after tomorrow should've come
on many an ear it should have fallen too bad the bands were playing so loud
Copyright Adrienne Rich
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Post by MoonyLuna on Feb 4, 2009 12:33:14 GMT -5
Featured Poet Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich's most recent volume of poems is Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth: Poems 2004-2006 (Norton, 2007). Her previous volume, The School Among the Ruins, won the National Book Critics Circle Award. Other honors include a National Book Award, a Lannan Foundation Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Bollingen Prize for Poetry. She lives in northern California.
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