Sonja Sekula at Andre Bretons Atelier - NY 1945

Womb





I am in the rain, with black writing,


I am in the night with strange hands


I swim in the heat in the humid fear


of day and hate, I close my ear...


and the step the step of the stone that


falls is the space of the heart


and the man in the moon waving good-bye to


the boat that goes where the mouth


is red with a little word that parts where


the womb stands still beyond speaking.





by Sonja Sekula (1918-1963)





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http://www.glbtq.com/arts/sekula_s.html