I've been looking in my books for a particular poem that I remembered copying into a notebook about 20 years ago, and found it finally tonight:
The world tells me I am its creature
I am raked by eyes brushed by hands
I want to crawl into her for refuge lay my head
in the space between her breast and shoulder
abnegating power for love
as women have done or hiding
from power in her love like a man
I refuse these givens the splitting
between love and action I am choosing
not to suffer uselessly and not to use her
I choose to love this time for once
with all my intelligence
It's from "Splittings" by Adrienne Rich - from The Dream of a Common Language. I love the way that "choosing not to suffer uselessly" is repeated throughout - and the way the lines are split - caesura - and the two lines that are not split, "abnegating power for love" and "with all my intelligence". It would have been cheap and easy and wrong to split the first, and it obviously makes sense for the last line to come together rhythmically, in a rush, for the sake of wholeness & synthesis.
Poetry is often useful to talk about things that it's impossible to talk about otherwise. I love how this poem throws gender and queerness right in to the list of impossible things - things that impossiblify love.
Pushed even further in "Cartographies of Silence", so beautifully at the end.
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In the "split" poems it's kinda fun to read them as two separate poems, poems within a poem.
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