Obres escollides de Voltairine de Cleyre
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- anglès
- Completesa:
- Obra completa
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- Escrita per l'autor
- Estat del text:
- Text net · 1 passatges il·legibles, exclosos de les respostes
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- ~150.000 paraules · 723 passatges
Cita aquesta obra
- APAVoltairine de Cleyre. (n.d.). Obres escollides de Voltairine de Cleyre. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/ca/works/voltairine-de-cleyre/selected-works-of-voltairine-de-cleyre
- MLAVoltairine de Cleyre. "Obres escollides de Voltairine de Cleyre." SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/ca/works/voltairine-de-cleyre/selected-works-of-voltairine-de-cleyre.
- ChicagoVoltairine de Cleyre. Obres escollides de Voltairine de Cleyre. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/ca/works/voltairine-de-cleyre/selected-works-of-voltairine-de-cleyre.
De què tracta
El recull pòstum, editat per Emma Goldman i Alexander Berkman el 1914, dels assaigs, conferencies i poemes de Voltairine de Cleyre.
Context i història
El text mes citat es «Anarquisme sense adjectius», que defensa que no cal decidir per endavant si la societat lliure sera comunista, mutualista o individualista: aixo ho hauria de resoldre l'experiencia, i insistir-hi divideix el moviment abans de temps. Hi ha tambe «El domini de la dona», sobre el matrimoni com a institucio economica, i «Accio directa», que examina la questio de la violencia. De Cleyre venia del lliurepensament, es va fer anarquista despres de l'execucio dels de Haymarket, i va viure pobra i malalta fins als quaranta-cinc anys. Goldman en va dir que era la dona mes brillant que havia produït l'anarquisme america; en el corpus hi son totes dues, i llegir-les juntes val la pena perque no pensaven igual.
Context editorial, no una font citable: a diferència dels passatges de l'obra, aquestes dades no es poden contrastar amb el corpus.
THE BURIAL OF MY PAST SELF Poor Heart, so weary with thy bitter grief! So thou art dead at last, silent and chill! The longed-for death-dart came to thy relief, And there thou liest, Heart, forever still. Dead eyes, pain-pressed beneath their black-fringed pall! Dead cheeks, dark-furrowed with so many tears! So thou art passed far, far beyond recall, And all thy hopes are past, and all thy fears. Thy lips are closed at length in the long peace! Pale lips! so long they have thy woe repressed, They seem even now when life has run its lease All dumbly pitiful in their mournful rest. And now I lay thee in thy silent tomb, Printing thy brow with one last solemn kiss; Laying upon thee one fair lily bloom, A symbol of thy rest;--oh, rest is bliss. No, Heart, I would not call thee back again; No, no; too much of suffering hast thou known; But yet, but yet, it was not all in vain-- Thy unseen tears, thy solitary moan! For out of sorrow joy comes uppermost; Where breaks the thunder soon the sky smiles blue; A better love replaces what is lost, And phantom sunlight pales before the true! The seed must burst before the germ unfolds, The stars must fade before the morning wakes; Down in her depths the mine the diamond holds; A new heart pulses when the old heart breaks. And now, Humanity, I turn to you; I consecrate my service to the world! Perish the old love, welcome to the new-- Broad as the space-aisles where the stars are whirled! =Greenville, Mich., 1885.= NIGHT ON THE GRAVES O'er the sweet, quiet homes in the silent grave-city, Softly the dewdrops, the night-tears, fall; Broadly about, like the wide arms of pity, The silver-shot darkness lies over all.…