What card am I? June 24th - Solved
Thread originally posted on the Aeclectic Tarot Forum on 24 Jun 2004, and now archived in the Forum Library.
| Dakota |
24 Jun 2004 |
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I know this is not really supposed to be a literature clue but I don't seem to have any words of my own this evening, so have at it........
I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building faded to quiet
long after rush-hour. I know you are reading this poem
standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean
on a grey day of early spring, faint flakes driven
across the plains' enormous spaces around you.
I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem
as the underground train loses momentum and before running
up the stairs
toward a new kind of love
your life has never allowed.
I know you are reading this poem by the light
of the television screen where soundless images jerk and slide
while you wait for the newscast from the intifada.
I know you are reading this poem in a waiting-room
of eyes met and unmeeting, of identity with strangers.
I know you are reading this poem by fluorescent light
in the boredom and fatigue of the young who are counted out,
count themselves out, at too early an age. I know
you are reading this poem through your failing sight, the thick
lens enlarging these letters beyond all meaning yet you read on
because even the alphabet is precious.
I know you are reading this poem as you pace beside the stove
warming milk, a crying child on your shoulder, a book in your
hand
because life is short and you too are thirsty.
I know you are reading this poem which is not in your language
guessing at some words while others keep you reading
and I want to know which words they are.
I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn
between bitterness and hope
turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse.
I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else
left to read
there where you have landed, stripped as you are.
Adrienne Rich - From an Atlas of the Difficult World
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| Luminessence |
24 Jun 2004 |
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Four of Cups, perhaps, or maybe the Four of Swords? To me, the poem seems to be about being stuck in a situation, maybe in an entire life, that you're dissatisfied with, but you don't know how to get out. (It's a beautiful poem, by the way. I like it :))
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| Satori |
24 Jun 2004 |
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I'm looking at my Robin Wood deck now.
I think you may be talking about the 5 of pentacles.
But, when people are as desperate as these are I'm not sure they'd be reading a poem, more likely burning it....
but that's my geuss...
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| Dakota |
25 Jun 2004 |
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sigh........
Luminessence got it first time.............. the 4 of Cups
Over to you, Lum!!
:D
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