Brenda Shaughnessy’s Andromeda

Brenda Shaughnessy’s Andromeda pare sia una raccolta di poesie molto potente, cruda. Come la poesia "Mother", che fa:

I know I am his mother, but I can’t
quite click on the world’s essential aspects,
can’t denude the flora

or disrobe the kind of housecoat
“mother” always is. Something
cunty, something used.

Whatever meaning the word itself
is covering, like underwear,
that meaning is so mere and meager

this morning. Mother. Baby.
Chicken and egg. It’s so obnoxious
of me: I was an egg...

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