Poem
Gig Ryan
Mary Wollstonecraft
Mary Wollstonecraft
Mary Wollstonecraft
1.“Now the teachers bore me
He passes, with his fallen interests
preaching what benefits, softened tyrant
He talks over my life
like a plane overhead
a different current
I thought I was fated but I was not
Drenched river”
Stranger to doubt, she splashes
“The fat ex tussling his portfolio beseeched whispers
Garments slink
and failure washed away
He unloves me”
2.
“Sister I took from him
but languished governess . . .
Now I thread hands through sea
on this rocked shore, and flag your business
as food clips and fearful maid scratches
Your child also hecks and ails
Torrents block us and the awning water and silence knifes”
She writes in a feast
3.
“We found more sure
our time spilled together
who could not know this last
I leave you what’s living, loved and better,
though the changed doctors undo”
and arrow freezes
© 2001, Gig Ryan
From: Heroic Money
Publisher: Brandl & Schlesinger, Melbourne
From: Heroic Money
Publisher: Brandl & Schlesinger, Melbourne
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Mary Wollstonecraft
1.“Now the teachers bore me
He passes, with his fallen interests
preaching what benefits, softened tyrant
He talks over my life
like a plane overhead
a different current
I thought I was fated but I was not
Drenched river”
Stranger to doubt, she splashes
“The fat ex tussling his portfolio beseeched whispers
Garments slink
and failure washed away
He unloves me”
2.
“Sister I took from him
but languished governess . . .
Now I thread hands through sea
on this rocked shore, and flag your business
as food clips and fearful maid scratches
Your child also hecks and ails
Torrents block us and the awning water and silence knifes”
She writes in a feast
3.
“We found more sure
our time spilled together
who could not know this last
I leave you what’s living, loved and better,
though the changed doctors undo”
and arrow freezes
From: Heroic Money
Mary Wollstonecraft
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