Adrienne Rich - Peeling Onions lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Peeling Onions lyrics]
Only to have a grief
Equal to all these tears!
There's not a sob in my chest
Dry hearted as Peer Gynt
I pare away, no hero, merely a cook
Crying was labour, once when I'd good cause
Walking, I felt my eyes like wounds
Raw in my head
So postal-clerks, I thought, must stare
A dog's look, a cat's burnt to my brain-
Yet all that stayed
Stuffed in my lungs like smog
These old tears in the chopping-bowl
Equal to all these tears!
There's not a sob in my chest
Dry hearted as Peer Gynt
I pare away, no hero, merely a cook
Crying was labour, once when I'd good cause
Walking, I felt my eyes like wounds
Raw in my head
So postal-clerks, I thought, must stare
A dog's look, a cat's burnt to my brain-
Yet all that stayed
Stuffed in my lungs like smog
These old tears in the chopping-bowl
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