Adrienne Rich - For Memory lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - For Memory lyrics]
Old words: trust fidelity
Nothing new yet to take their place
I rake leaves, clear the lawn, October grass
Painfully green beneath the gold
And in this silent labor thoughts of you
Start up
I hear your voice: disloyalty betrayal
Stinging the wires
I stuff the old leaves into sacks
And still they fall and still
I see my work undone
One shivering rainswept afternoon
And the whole job to be done over
I can’t know what you know
Unless you tell me
There are gashes in our understandings
Of this world we came together in a common
Fury of direction
Barely mentioning difference
(what drew our finest hairs to fire
The deep, difficult troughs unvoiced)
I fell through a basement railing
The first day of school and
Cut my forehead open
Did I ever tell you? More than forty years
And I still remember smelling my own blood
Like the smell of a new schoolbook
And did you ever tell me
How your mother called you in from play
And from whom? To what? These
Atoms filmed by ordinary dust
That common life we each and all
Bent out of orbit from
To which we must return simply to say
This is where I came from
This is what I knew
The past is not a husk yet change goes on
Freedom it isn’t once, to walk out
Under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
Of light, the fields of dark
Freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
Remembering putting together, inch by inch
The starry worlds from all
The lost collections
Nothing new yet to take their place
I rake leaves, clear the lawn, October grass
Painfully green beneath the gold
And in this silent labor thoughts of you
Start up
I hear your voice: disloyalty betrayal
Stinging the wires
I stuff the old leaves into sacks
And still they fall and still
I see my work undone
One shivering rainswept afternoon
And the whole job to be done over
I can’t know what you know
Unless you tell me
There are gashes in our understandings
Of this world we came together in a common
Fury of direction
Barely mentioning difference
(what drew our finest hairs to fire
The deep, difficult troughs unvoiced)
I fell through a basement railing
The first day of school and
Cut my forehead open
Did I ever tell you? More than forty years
And I still remember smelling my own blood
Like the smell of a new schoolbook
And did you ever tell me
How your mother called you in from play
And from whom? To what? These
Atoms filmed by ordinary dust
That common life we each and all
Bent out of orbit from
To which we must return simply to say
This is where I came from
This is what I knew
The past is not a husk yet change goes on
Freedom it isn’t once, to walk out
Under the Milky Way, feeling the rivers
Of light, the fields of dark
Freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine
Remembering putting together, inch by inch
The starry worlds from all
The lost collections