Monday, April 04, 2011
Fresh Writing: A Poem Worth Reading
I am composing an essay right now, for an anthology, and haven't been able to make Fresh Writing today! Forgive me and thank me (for this beautiful poem). It broke my heart. Perhaps it will stirs yours.
After chopping off all the arms
that reached out to me; after
boarding up all the windows
and doors; after filling all the
pits with poisoned water; after
building my house on a rock of
a no, inaccessible to flattery and
fear; after cutting out my tongue
and eating it; after hurling handfuls
of silence and monosyllables of
scorn at my loves; after forgetting my name
and the name of my birth place
and the name of my race; after
judging and sentencing myself to
perpetual waiting and perpetual
loneliness, I heard against the
stones of my dungeon of syllogisms
the humid, tender, insistent
onset of spring.
- Octavio Paz
(Elliot Weinberger translation)
1 Comments:
This poem captures my life/my behavior as an adopted person. I am changing now, but this is a reminder I need to keep. Thank you
Diana
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