Tag: Margaret Atwood
Two Cradle songs.
from : Deep Song and Other Prose, Federico Garcia Lorca Little white bug who comes at the wrong time, at home is the father of the crying child. Little black bug with snowy wings at home is the father of the child who sings. from : The adulteress song that is sung in Alba de…
An elegy, lament by an unidentified woman
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…
‘Night Poem’ By Margaret Atwood.
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain In this country of water with its beige moon damp as a mushroom, its drowned stumps and long birds that swim, where the moss grows on all sides…