Literature, poem.
Här är en av dikterna vi skulle läsa till idag. Jag gillar den faktiskt.
I do Not Want to be Your Weeping Woman
I do not want to be your weeping woman
holding you to me with a chain of grief.
I could more easily bear the flame of your anger
than the frost of your kisses empty of desire:
I do not want to be your gentle lover
dragging you to me on a rope of pity.
Sooner that you never touched me than that you ever
should touch me from a distance made of mercy:
I do not want to be your silent mother
always forgiving and smiling and never loving.
If you forget me, forgett me utterly. Never
come to my arms without intrest. I shall know it:
I do not want to be your weeping woman
pinning you to me with a sword of tears.
I do not want to be your weeping woman.
I do Not Want to be Your Weeping Woman
I do not want to be your weeping woman
holding you to me with a chain of grief.
I could more easily bear the flame of your anger
than the frost of your kisses empty of desire:
I do not want to be your gentle lover
dragging you to me on a rope of pity.
Sooner that you never touched me than that you ever
should touch me from a distance made of mercy:
I do not want to be your silent mother
always forgiving and smiling and never loving.
If you forget me, forgett me utterly. Never
come to my arms without intrest. I shall know it:
I do not want to be your weeping woman
pinning you to me with a sword of tears.
I do not want to be your weeping woman.
-Alison Boodson.
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