Our whole life a translation
the permissible fibs

and now a knot of lies
eating at itself to get undone

Words bitten thru words

~~

meanings burnt-off like paint
under the blowtorch

All those dead letters
rendered into the oppressor's language

Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts
like the Algerian
who waled form his village, burning

his whole body a could of pain
and there are no words for this

except himself

Adrienne Rich

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Melvin Banggollay (1/11/2008)
Nice poem. thanks for sharing.

best wishes,
melvin

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7/6/2008 8:04:39 PM. You Are Here: Our Whole Life by Adrienne Rich