Adrienne Rich - What Kind of Times are These lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - What Kind of Times are These lyrics]
There's a place between two stands of
Trees where the grass grows uphill
And the old revolutionary road
Breaks off into shadows
Near a meeting-house abandoned
By the persecuted
Who disappeared into those shadows
I've walked there picking mushrooms at
The edge of dread, but don't be fooled
This isn't a Russian poem, this is
Not somewhere else but here
Our country moving closer to it's
Own truth and dread
It's own ways of making people disappear
I won't tell you where the place is
The dark mesh of the woods
Meeting the unmarked strip of light
Ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it
Make it disappear
And I won't tell you where it is
So why do I tell you
Anything? Because you still listen
Because in times like these
To have you listen at all, it's necessary
To talk about trees
Trees where the grass grows uphill
And the old revolutionary road
Breaks off into shadows
Near a meeting-house abandoned
By the persecuted
Who disappeared into those shadows
I've walked there picking mushrooms at
The edge of dread, but don't be fooled
This isn't a Russian poem, this is
Not somewhere else but here
Our country moving closer to it's
Own truth and dread
It's own ways of making people disappear
I won't tell you where the place is
The dark mesh of the woods
Meeting the unmarked strip of light
Ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it
Make it disappear
And I won't tell you where it is
So why do I tell you
Anything? Because you still listen
Because in times like these
To have you listen at all, it's necessary
To talk about trees