Jane Hirshfield, “Rebus”

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You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.   
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness,
clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or dust.

Each thought is a life you have lived or failed to live,  
each word is a dish you have eaten or left on the table.
There are honeys so bitter
no one would willingly choose to take them.
The clay takes them: honey of weariness, honey of vanity,
honey of cruelty, fear.

This rebus—slip and stubbornness,
bottom of river, my own consumed life—
when will I learn to read it
plainly, slowly, uncolored by hope or desire?
Not to understand it, only to see.

As water given sugar sweetens, given salt grows salty,  
we become our choices.
Each yes, each no continues,
this one a ladder, that one an anvil or cup.

The ladder leans into its darkness.  
The anvil leans into its silence.  
The cup sits empty.

How can I enter this question the clay has asked?

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I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.

I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer that storm whose white nerve sparked
the castle towers, or left the mind unrhymed,
or flared an instant, just where the road forked.

It is the star struck under my heel in the night.
It is the word no book on earth defines.
It is the foam on the wave, the cloud in the sky.

As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.
The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.
Now, with this landscape, I fix; I shine.

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The Landscape Robert Desnos (trans. from French by Don Paterson)
So the late great German soprano Lotte Lehmann was not only the first woman to perform and record Winterreise, she also made corresponding artwork? These paintings correspond with the last three songs of the cycle: Mut, Die Nebensonnen, and Der Leiermann. Click through to see all 24 paintings.
I just. These are so beautiful.

So the late great German soprano Lotte Lehmann was not only the first woman to perform and record Winterreise, she also made corresponding artwork? These paintings correspond with the last three songs of the cycle: Mut, Die Nebensonnen, and Der Leiermann. Click through to see all 24 paintings.

I just. These are so beautiful.

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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

"

I am not yours Sara Teasdale 

Happy poetry month! There’s a lot more where this came from, so hold on to your feelings.

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Remember,

There’s a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there’s directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there’s a star you can’t see that shines in a North you’ll never know.

And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.

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– Iain Thomas, The Silver Astrolabe (via splitterherzen)

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Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people. - madlori

Hey opera tumblr, I know this meme is worn out but I think this would be great for opera women. Message me for ideas or make up your own. Go forth and conquer.

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