Adelina by Aleah Graff

"...'Adelina'... is meant to be interpreted through a queer lens"

 

                                          Stone was the wall I waited by

                                          In the heat well known to Summer

                                          As walking toward me,

                                          It was you who was seen by my eye.

                                                      

                                          Church you had come from

                                          Worship you had sung out

                                          Harmonious was the melody produced by you,

                                          Your sweet voice over the divider,  I heard.

                                                      

                                          Stone was the wall

                                          Behind me, where meet we would,

                                          Stone was the divider

                                          Would predict the outsider’s eye.

                                                      

                                          But knocked down

                                          Stone can be

                                          While expectation and tradition

                                          Much more invincible can be.

                                                      

                                          Stolen are the glances

                                          Shared by us,

                                          Secret are the sessions

                                          In which we meet.

                                                      

                                          Bright blue are your eyes

                                          As into my arms

                                          You run,

                                          Soft is the skin that meets mine.

                                                      

                                          Pure is the love we possess

                                          Gold like stars it paints us 

                                          Soaring we are, like the winged creatures

                                          Full of the dazzling dreamers is our sky.

                                                      

                                          Stone is the wall that divides us

                                          The tiniest crack I do see

                                          But as the wings of us sprout from our sides 

                                          Realize we must, that away we can never fly. 

 

 

How to cite this research:

 

Graff, Aleah. "Adelina." In Reading the Middle Ages, supvr. Teresa Russo, Centre for Medieval and Renaissance Studies (MARS), Brock University, March 2021, Niagara (Adelina by Aleah Graff · Reading the Middle Ages: Oral and Literate Cultures · Brock University Library). Digital Scholarship Lab (DSL), Tim Ribaric and Daniel Brett.

 

In The Writer's Own Words Series:  

Graff, Aleah. "Reflection on The Process of Creating Adelina." In Reading the Middle Ages, supvr. Teresa Russo, Centre for Medieval and Renaissance Studies (MARS), Brock University, March 2021, Niagara (Adelina by Aleah Graff · Reading the Middle Ages: Oral and Literate Cultures · Brock University Library). Digital Scholarship Lab (DSL), Tim Ribaric and Daniel Brett.

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