Moldova, Chisinau based photographer Liviu Burlea - “As for me - Life is a Miracle. Photography as an art has been a great discovery. A discovery to the sense of exposing the introspective nature of creativity by searching the never ending changes.”
Today, Edward Hirsch on a forbidden subject. This poem is from the “New” section in The Living Fire: New and Selected Poems, a book covering a wide-ranging career in poetry that balances the quotidian and what is often inexpressible within and beyond it—the irrational forces of love, inspiration, grief, beauty.
My mother wouldn’t be cowed into nursing and decided that formula was healthier than the liquid from her breasts.
And so I never sucked a single drop from the source, a river dried up. It was always bottled for me.
But one night in my mid-thirties in a mirrored room off Highway 59 a woman who had a baby daughter
turned to me with an enigmatic smile and cupped my face in her chapped hands and tipped her nipple into my mouth.
This happened a long time ago in another city and it is wrong to tell about it. It was infantile to bring it up in therapy.
And yet it is one of those moments— misplaced, involuntary—that swim up out of the past without a conscience:
She lifts my face and I taste it— the sudden spurting nectar, the incurable sweetness that is life.