I should be doing other things...
But I am so in love with the weather today, and also: Adrienne Rich's poetry. Today is another date day with Studio girl. There is no plan, just bike rides and adventure. We'll see. Anyone have amazing suggestions for what we should do?
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Moth Hour by Adrienne Rich
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Space mildews at our touch.
The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving --
aren't they moth-white, there in the moonbeams?
A million insects die every twilight,
no one even finds their corpses.
Death, slowly moving among the bleached clouds
knows us better than we know ourselves.
I am gliding backward away from those who knew me
as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern.
I can be replaced a thousand times
a box containing death
When you put out your hand to touch me
you are already reaching toward empty space.
1965
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*Update* Studio Girl is sick, so I am riding out to her house, and probably cooking her soup and being sappy. I think I might also be getting a little sick... again. After weeks of it! And poor itchy sleep! Needless to say there will be kissing involved no doubt, and thus germ-share danger. Meh. I live a life of danger. I don't wear a helmet. Bring it on world.
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Moth Hour by Adrienne Rich
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Space mildews at our touch.
The leaves of the poplar, slowly moving --
aren't they moth-white, there in the moonbeams?
A million insects die every twilight,
no one even finds their corpses.
Death, slowly moving among the bleached clouds
knows us better than we know ourselves.
I am gliding backward away from those who knew me
as the moon grows thinner and finally shuts its lantern.
I can be replaced a thousand times
a box containing death
When you put out your hand to touch me
you are already reaching toward empty space.
1965
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*Update* Studio Girl is sick, so I am riding out to her house, and probably cooking her soup and being sappy. I think I might also be getting a little sick... again. After weeks of it! And poor itchy sleep! Needless to say there will be kissing involved no doubt, and thus germ-share danger. Meh. I live a life of danger. I don't wear a helmet. Bring it on world.