| Poem for Thursday |
[Feb. 10th, 2005|12:35 am] |
Living in Sin
By Adrienne Rich
She had thought the studio would keep itself;
no dust upon the furniture of love.
Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,
the panes relieved of grime. A plate of pears,
a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat
stalking the picturesque amusing mouse
had risen at his urging.
Not that at five each separate stair would writhe
under the milkman's tramp; that morning light
so coldly would delineate the scraps
of last night's cheese and three sepulchral bottles;
that on the kitchen shelf among the saucers
a pair of beetle-eyes would fix her own---
envoy from some village in the moldings . . .
Meanwhile, he, with a yawn,
sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard,
declared it out of tune, shrugged at the mirror,
rubbed at his beard, went out for cigarettes;
while she, jeered by the minor demons,
pulled back the sheets and made the bed and found
a towel to dust the table-top,
and let the coffee-pot boil over on the stove.
By evening she was back in love again,
though not so wholly but throughout the night
she woke sometimes to feel the daylight coming
like a relentless milkman up the stairs.
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Awhile back ![[info]](http://www.deadjournal.com:8080/userinfo.gif) musigneus asked for this poem, and as she posted fic yesterday that I enjoyed, I am only too happy to provide it. I had a wonderful morning watching "Chivalry," "Comes a Horseman" and "Revelation 6:8" with my navigator, aka perkypaduan, and my hostess, aka beeej, who plunked us down on her sofa and plied me with hummus, Hershey kisses and some awesome cheese dip whose recipe I forgot to get.
From robinwest, a link to the adorable photos of the new cheetah cubs at the National Zoo on Yahoo!. Also from Yahoo! via apaulled, an article on a couple from Jordan who found each other on an internet dating site, then met in person and it turned out they were husband and wife -- "The Pina Colada Song" gone horribly wrong. This amused me far more than it should have and is here if you want to see. I know I had other stuff to babble about, but I'm tired and Thursday is my very early morning and crazy carpool afternoon, so I will worry about it later.
beeej's kitten Sadie bravely attacks a great menace: my purse strap.
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