Adrienne Rich - Halfway lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Halfway lyrics]
In the field the air writhes, a heat-pocket
Masses of birds revolve, blades
Of a harvester
The sky is getting milkily white
A sac of light is ready to burst open
Time of hailstones and rainbow
My life flows North at last I understand
A young girl, thought sleeping
Is certified dead
A tray of expensive waxen fruit
She lies arranged on the spare-room coverlid
To sit by the fire is
To become another woman
Red hair charring to grey
Green eyes grappling with the printed page
Voice flailing, flailing the uncomprehending
My days lie open, listening, grandmother
Masses of birds revolve, blades
Of a harvester
The sky is getting milkily white
A sac of light is ready to burst open
Time of hailstones and rainbow
My life flows North at last I understand
A young girl, thought sleeping
Is certified dead
A tray of expensive waxen fruit
She lies arranged on the spare-room coverlid
To sit by the fire is
To become another woman
Red hair charring to grey
Green eyes grappling with the printed page
Voice flailing, flailing the uncomprehending
My days lie open, listening, grandmother