Poem of the Day
Lovers Are Like Children
By Adrienne Rich
Chagall’s sweet lovers mounting into blue
Remind me that discovery by two
Of any world the mind can wander through
Chagall’s sweet lovers mounting into blue
Remind me that discovery by two
Of any world the mind can wander through
Now the trees tempt
the young girl below them
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
If the generation wither
twinkling slinky, our of which
how should I
17 floors
above 8th Avenue
in an apartment in 1962
lumbering logging lonesome
lugging muggy weather
numbs my brain
Tonight the
light is
right
Up-and-down shafts of light brick
Lift occupants up into prisms or roofs
Of green copper, and then embark on the sky.
His Irish accent
He jumps you in the subway
I love you
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
I write this for your eyes and ears and heart
If it makes your eyes sore
ears weary