hey!! just wondering, is your blog @ from a longer quote/piece of writing, or is it something you came up with yourself? i feel like i've heard it somewhere before, and it would be really useful to know for a project i'm working on!
thanks <3
my url is from Terry Pratchett's Wintersmith, a Tiffany Aching book:
“To animals they were just the weather, just part of everything.
But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you'd turned things into stories, you could change the stories.”
My blog title "I'm here but once to the marrow of my bones" is a line from a translation of Polish poet Wisława Szymborska's poem, which I've seen called "Attempt" and also "An Effort". Most of the versions you can easily find online have a different translation of the last line ("I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones") but I've always preferred the other translation, which is the first one I encountered when I was very young in my aunt's copy of Sounds, Feelings, Thoughts: Seventy Poems.
"Attempt"
Ah yes, sweet little song, how much you mock me,
for even if I go o'er hill, I won't bloom as a rose.
Only a rose blooms as a rose, no one else. That's for sure.
I tried to put out leaves, to turn into a bush.
Holding my breath--so it would happen quicker--
I waited for the moment of budding as a rose.
O sweet little song, you show no mercy toward me:
I have a body that's unique, immutable,
I'm here but once to the marrow of my bones.
versus this translation
An Effort
Alack and woe, oh song: you’re mocking me;
try as I may, I’ll never be your red, red rose.
A rose is a rose is a rose. And you know it.
I worked to sprout leaves. I tried to take root.
I held my breath to speed things up, and waited
for the petals to enclose me.
Merciless song, you leave me with my lone,
nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body:
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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this poem is about being nonbinary.
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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath
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Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.
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