The Poem as Mask
Jun. 21st, 2002 10:28 pm"The Poem as Mask"
When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, god-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.
There is no mountain, there is no god, there is memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.
-Muriel Rukeyser
When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, god-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.
There is no mountain, there is no god, there is memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.
-Muriel Rukeyser
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Date: 2002-06-21 09:45 pm (UTC)i was just reading an adrienne rich book, and she mentioned Rukeyser (who i, unfortunately, had never heard of) and i underlined her name as someone to look up.
anyway, i like the poem very much ... do you have any others of hers you would recommend?
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Date: 2002-06-22 07:52 am (UTC)Anyway, she's an amazing poet and I think anyone who likes Rich will like her as well. I'm glad you liked the poem.