Adrienne Rich - Modotti lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Modotti lyrics]
Your footprints of light on sensitive paper
That typewriter you made famous
My footsteps following you up stair-
Wells of scarred oak and shredded newsprint
These windowpanes smeared with
Stifled breaths
Corridors of tile and jaundiced plaster
If this is where I must look for you
Then this is where I’ll find you
From a streetlamp’s wet lozenge bent
On a curb plastered with newsprint
The headlines aiming straight at your eyes
To a room’s dark breath-smeared light
These footsteps I’m following you with
Down tiles of a red corridor
If this is a way to find you
Of course this is how I’ll find you
Your negatives pegged to dry in a darkroom
Rigged up over a bathtub’s lozenge
Your footprints of light on sensitive paper
Stacked curling under blackened panes
The always upstairs of your hideout
The stern exposure of your brows
These footsteps I’m following you with
Aren’t to arrest you
The bristling hairs of your eyeflash
That typewriter you made famous
Your enormous will to arrest and frame
What was, what is, still liquid, flowing
Your exposure of manifestos, your
Lightbulb in a scarred ceiling
Well if this is how I find you
Modotti so I find you
In the red wash of your darkroom
From your neighborhood of volcanoes
To the geranium nailed in a can
On the wall of your upstairs hideout
In the rush of breath a window
Of revolution allowed you
On this jaundiced stair in
This huge lashed eye
These
Footsteps I’m following you with
That typewriter you made famous
My footsteps following you up stair-
Wells of scarred oak and shredded newsprint
These windowpanes smeared with
Stifled breaths
Corridors of tile and jaundiced plaster
If this is where I must look for you
Then this is where I’ll find you
From a streetlamp’s wet lozenge bent
On a curb plastered with newsprint
The headlines aiming straight at your eyes
To a room’s dark breath-smeared light
These footsteps I’m following you with
Down tiles of a red corridor
If this is a way to find you
Of course this is how I’ll find you
Your negatives pegged to dry in a darkroom
Rigged up over a bathtub’s lozenge
Your footprints of light on sensitive paper
Stacked curling under blackened panes
The always upstairs of your hideout
The stern exposure of your brows
These footsteps I’m following you with
Aren’t to arrest you
The bristling hairs of your eyeflash
That typewriter you made famous
Your enormous will to arrest and frame
What was, what is, still liquid, flowing
Your exposure of manifestos, your
Lightbulb in a scarred ceiling
Well if this is how I find you
Modotti so I find you
In the red wash of your darkroom
From your neighborhood of volcanoes
To the geranium nailed in a can
On the wall of your upstairs hideout
In the rush of breath a window
Of revolution allowed you
On this jaundiced stair in
This huge lashed eye
These
Footsteps I’m following you with