Adrienne Rich - "I Am in Danger - Sir - " lyrics
"I Am in Danger - Sir - "
"Half-cracked" to Higginson, living,
afterward famous in garbled versions,
your hoard of dazzling scraps a battlefield,
now your old snood
mothballed at Harvard
and you in your variorum monument
equivocal to the end -
who are you?
Gardening the day-lily,
wiping the wine-gla** stems,
your thought pulsed on behind
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a forehead battered paper-thin,
you, woman, masculine
for whom the word was more
than a symptom --
a condition of being.
Till the air buzzing with spoiled language
sang in your ears
and in your half-cracked way you chose
silence for entertainment,
chose to have it out at last
on your own premises.