BJ 581 in Birka - by
Was she then a lover,
a wife, a sister, cousin, aunt?
Was she laid there in jest,
as a punishment, as an example?
Was she then a lover,
a wife, a sister, cousin, aunt?
Was she laid there in jest,
as a punishment, as an example?
Over the leaves, in peril and alone,Delicately dragging your foolish house along,You wander, and the shell that seems a stoneA thrush could crack between two jets of song. You move as if some cold, unfruitful actAccomplished, drew you from distasteful strife,But beneath that shell your body, cool, compact,Tenacious, leads its fierce and secret life. And […]
Wha’s jist a thoctie in anither’s heid?
Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor s^he?
we stand together, each one a Spartaca
no longer silent or alone: each voice stronger,
massing, alive, a wild murmuration
Who can gauge our range or pace? Every woman, / a signal tower, an illusion, a ship bearing dead ahead.
Inna calabash
tell them that the baby
that count in them census already
Inna calabash
July 1919
/
/ Now we must go back again to the world
/ Full of grey ghosts and voices of men dying,
/ And in the…
They say I should not wait about your street,
/ nor call upon your friends to hear of you,
/ or go to places…
How does she feel? Hey, girl, did it feel strange / To be waiting for the a-changing times to change?…
Hold on Women of great courage
/ You have held on so bravely and tirelessly
/ Hold on Women of great courage, hold on
/
/ Women…
Wanted a husband who doesn’t suppose,
/ That all earthly employments one feminine knows, –
/ That she’ll scrub, do the cleaning,…
an extract
/
/ she wants to strip the willow
/ she desires the keys
/ …