I want to hold your name
As a book I keep reading—
Hands aching into the night.
I want to pin it in my hair
A bright shining jewel—
Wear it round my wrist
A jangling charm.
Let it follow me adoringly—
Then lead me like hounds,
Ebullient and braying,
Into the woods
Where frozen I crouch,
Your name
Like a secret
In my mouth.
May 2007
I felt compelled to post this poem I wrote a few years ago after reading erin's post of Marina Tsvetaeva's "Poems for Blok" found here:
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ReplyDeleteoh and oh and oh!!!! i laugh and am filled with joy. perfect. perfect. indeed, we are having a conversation, jane! this is a conversation!
can i say, i stretched a lazy arm out from the bed when i was visiting james and i found this book. i opened it randomly and found this poem. i was hit upon the head. it felt like i had frothed this poem, that it must have been mine, for surely they were my words, your name is...a
silver bell in the mouth! and here you are with words of your own so close in intention. can you imagine! holy hell, it is a wonderful world. we women must be constructed from the one same rib after all!
i am so pleased to read your poem, a secret that should be shouted!
xo
erin
Yes!
ReplyDeleteI think Marina has me all beat to hell with her version; she really fleshes it out. That ending is the mystery which I want to delve into.
Isn't it odd to read someone's words and feel them ring as your own thoughts?
It's so charming to wear a name this way, to hold it, to treasure and protect it. I think of writing the lover's name on a piece of paper too.
ReplyDeleteRuth, thank you so much for coming by and leaving a comment.
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