Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera
Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions
It's good to be neuter.
I want to have meaningless legs.
There are things unbearable.
One can evade them a long time.
Then you die.
The oceans remind me
of your green room.
There are things unbearable.
Scorn, princes, this little size
of dying.
My personal poetry is a failure.
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
Sleepchains
Who can sleep when she -
Hundreds of miles away I feel that vast breath
Fan her restless decks.
Cicatrice by cicatrice
All the links
Rattle once.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.
Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Anne Carson
It's good to be neuter.
I want to have meaningless legs.
There are things unbearable.
One can evade them a long time.
Then you die.
The oceans remind me
of your green room.
There are things unbearable.
Scorn, princes, this little size
of dying.
My personal poetry is a failure.
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
Sleepchains
Who can sleep when she -
Hundreds of miles away I feel that vast breath
Fan her restless decks.
Cicatrice by cicatrice
All the links
Rattle once.
Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.
Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Anne Carson