"I wanted to read or hear the narrative of someone else – a woman and a poet – who has gone here and been there." (Eavan Boland 1944-2020) 🚫 #VAWG
Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night/ we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening/ we drink and we drink/ A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes/ he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta/ Your ashen hair Shulamith [...]
I was ordered to live in a nest of leaves, in an earthen cave under an oak. I writhe with longing in this ancient hole; The valleys seem leaden, the hills reared aloft, And the bitter towns all bramble patches of empty pleasure. The memory of parting Rips at my heart. my friends are out [...]
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