Trying to open locked doors with a sword, threading--Marianne Moore
the points of needles, planting shade trees
upside down; swallowed by the opaqueness of one whom the
love better than they love you, Ireland--
you have lived and lived on every kind of shortage.
You have been compelled by hags to spin
gold thread from straw and have heard men say:
"There is a feminine temperament in direct contrast to ours,
which makes her do these things. Circumscribed by a
heritage of blindness and native
incompetence, she will become wise and will be forced to give in.
Compelled by experience, she will turn back;
water seeks its own level":
and you have smiled. "Water in motion is far
from level." You have seen it, when obstacles happened to bar
the path, rise automatically.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
And Speaking of Whales
Sojourn in the Whale