My mother used to say, “Sit down, dear,
and don’t cry. The worst thing for a woman
is her first man—the one who kills you.
After that, marriage becomes a long career.”
Poor Sido! She never had another career
and she knew first-hand how love ruins you.
The seducer doesn’t care about his woman,
even as he whispers endearments in her ear.
Never let anyone destroy your inner spirit.
Among all the forms of truly absurd courage
the recklessness of young girls is outstanding.
Otherwise there would be far fewer marriages
and even fewer affairs that overwhelm marriages.
Look at me: it’s amazing I’m still standing
after what I went through with ridiculous courage.
I was made to suffer, but no one broke my spirit.
Every woman wants her adventure to be a feast
of ripening cherries and peaches, Marseilles figs,
hot-house grapes, champagne shuddering in crystal.
Happiness, we believe, is on sumptuous display.
But unhappiness writes a different kind of play.
The gypsy gazes down into a clear blue crystal
and sees rotten cherries and withered figs.
Trust me: loneliness, too, can be a feast.
Ardor is delicious, but keep your own room.
One of my husbands said: is it impossible
for you to write a book that isn’t about love,
adultery, semi-incestuous relations, separation?
(Of course, this was before our own separation.)
He never understood the natural law of love,
the arc from the possible to the impossible…
I have extolled the tragedy of the bedroom.
We need exact descriptions of the first passion,
so pay attention to whatever happens to you.
Observe everything: love is greedy and forgetful.
By all means fling yourself wildly into life
(though sometimes you will be flung back by life)
but don’t let experience make you forgetful
and be surprised by everything that happens to you.
We are creative creatures fuelled by passion.
One final thought about the nature of love.
Freedom should be the first condition of love
and work is liberating (a novel about love
cannot be written while you are making love).
Never underestimate the mysteries of love,
the eminent dignity of not talking about love.
Passionate attention is prayer, prayer is love.
Savor the world. Consume the feast with love.