º "I Dream I Am the Death of Orpheus" º

I am walking rapidly

through striations of light and dark

thrown under an arcade.

I am a woman in the prime of life, with certain powers

and those powers severely limited

by authorities whose faces I rarely see.

I am a woman in the prime of life

driving her dead poet in a black Rolls-Royce

through a landscape of twilight and thorns.

A woman with a certain mission

which if obeyed to the letter will leave her intact.

A woman with the nerves of a panther

a woman with contacts among Hell's Angels

a woman feeling the fullness of her powers

at the precise moment when she must not use them

a woman sworn to lucidity

who sees through the mayhem, the smoky fires

of these underground streets

her dead poet learning to walk backward against the wind

on the wrong side of the mirror.

Adrienne Rich in Planetarium

P.S - Este é um dos poemas que mais me marcou na adolescência. Ainda hoje, ao lê-lo sinto a pele arrepiar e um profundo sentimento de contemplação. Exerce sobre mim um fascínio magnético, palavra a palavra. Qualquer coisa entre a atmosfera de sonho e a realidade. Poesia e política, género e diferença, literatura e poder.