Adrienne Rich - When We Dead Awaken lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - When We Dead Awaken lyrics]
Trying to tell you how
The anatomy of the park
Through stained panes, the way
Guerrillas are advancing
Through minefields, the trash
Burning endlessly in the dump
To return to heaven like a stain
Everything outside our skins is an image
Of this affliction:
Stones on my table, carried by hand
From scenes I trusted
Souvenirs of what I once described
As happiness everything outside my skin
Speaks of the fault that sends me limping
Even the scars of my decisions
Even the sun blaze in the mica-vein
Even you, fellow-creature, sister
Sitting across from me, dark with love
Working like me to pick apart
Working with me to remake
This trailing knitted thing, this
Cloth of darkness, this woman’s garment
Trying to save the skein
The fact of being separate
Enters your livelihood like a
Piece of furniture
A chest of seventeenth-century wood
From somewhere in the North
It has a huge lock shaped like a woman’s head
But the key has not been found
In the compartments are other keys
To lost doors, an eye of glass
Slowly you begin to add things of your own
You come and go reflected in it's panels
You give up keeping track of anniversaries
You begin to write in your diaries
More honestly than ever
The lovely landscape of southern Ohio
Betrayed by strip mining, the
Thick gold band on the adulterer’s finger
The blurred programs of the
Offshore pirate station
Are causes for hesitation
Here in matrix of need and anger, the
Disproof of what we thought possible
Failures of medication
Doubts of another’s existence
Tell it over and over, the words
Get thick with unmeaning
Yet never have we been closer to the truth
Of the lies we were living, listen to me:
The faithfulness I can imagine
Would be a weed
Flowering in tar, a blue energy piercing
The massed atoms of a bedrock disbelief
The anatomy of the park
Through stained panes, the way
Guerrillas are advancing
Through minefields, the trash
Burning endlessly in the dump
To return to heaven like a stain
Everything outside our skins is an image
Of this affliction:
Stones on my table, carried by hand
From scenes I trusted
Souvenirs of what I once described
As happiness everything outside my skin
Speaks of the fault that sends me limping
Even the scars of my decisions
Even the sun blaze in the mica-vein
Even you, fellow-creature, sister
Sitting across from me, dark with love
Working like me to pick apart
Working with me to remake
This trailing knitted thing, this
Cloth of darkness, this woman’s garment
Trying to save the skein
The fact of being separate
Enters your livelihood like a
Piece of furniture
A chest of seventeenth-century wood
From somewhere in the North
It has a huge lock shaped like a woman’s head
But the key has not been found
In the compartments are other keys
To lost doors, an eye of glass
Slowly you begin to add things of your own
You come and go reflected in it's panels
You give up keeping track of anniversaries
You begin to write in your diaries
More honestly than ever
The lovely landscape of southern Ohio
Betrayed by strip mining, the
Thick gold band on the adulterer’s finger
The blurred programs of the
Offshore pirate station
Are causes for hesitation
Here in matrix of need and anger, the
Disproof of what we thought possible
Failures of medication
Doubts of another’s existence
Tell it over and over, the words
Get thick with unmeaning
Yet never have we been closer to the truth
Of the lies we were living, listen to me:
The faithfulness I can imagine
Would be a weed
Flowering in tar, a blue energy piercing
The massed atoms of a bedrock disbelief