Category Archives: Rich Adrienne

Women by Adrienne Rich

My three sisters are sitting on rocks of black obsidian. For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are. My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession. She is going as the Transparent Lady … Continue reading

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Picnic by Adrienne Rich

Sunday in Inwood Park the picnic eaten the chicken bones scattered for the fox we’ll never see the children playing in the caves My death is folded in my pocket like a nylon raincoat What kind of sunlight is it … Continue reading

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Winter by Adrienne Rich

Dead, dead, dead, dead. A beast of the Middle Ages stupefied in its den. The hairs on its body—a woman’s— cold as hairs on a bulb or tuber. Nothing so bleakly leaden, you tell me, as a hyacinth’s dull cone … Continue reading

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Love Poem XVII  by Adrienne Rich

from Twenty-One Love Poems No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone. The accidents happen, we’re not heroines, they happen in our lives like car crashes, books that change us, neighbourhoods we move into and come to love. Tristan und … Continue reading

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