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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, neighborhoods
we move into and come to love.
Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story,
women at least should know the difference
between love and death. No poison cup,
no penance.
Adrienne Rich (via rachelfershleiser)
This is a portion of the seventeenth of the Twenty-One Love Poems found in the middle section of Rich’s The Dream of Common Language: Poems 1974-1977. Look for a new edition in bookstores this April.
(via wwnorton)
(via wwnorton)
Responsibility to yourself means that you don’t fall for shallow and easy solutions—predigested books and ideas, marrying early as an escape from real decisions, getting pregnant as an evasion of already existing problems. It means that you refuse to sell your talents and aspirations short…and this, in turn, means resisting the forces in society which say that women should be nice, play safe, have low professional expectations, drown in love and forget about work, live through others, and stay in the places assigned to us. It means that we insist on a life of meaningful work, insist that work be as meaningful as love and friendship in our lives. It means, therefore, the courage to be “different”.
seriously! i feel like my horrible week is just the artist in me being sad and brooding.
(via teachingliteracy)
Adrienne Rich (1929 - 2012)
The New York Times obituary: A Poet of Unswerving Vision At the Forefront of Feminism
So glad I got to see her read the last time she was in LA. RIP, Adrienne Rich. Long live your poems.
I’m pretty sad about this. She’s a legend and such an inspiration!
Feminist Poet Adrienne Rich Dies At 82 : NPR ›
Poet Adrienne Rich, whose socially conscious verse influenced a generation of feminist, gay rights and anti-war activists, has died. She was 82.
Through her writing, Rich explored topics such as women’s rights, racism, sexuality, economic justice and love between women.
Tonight No Poetry Will Serve
Saw you walking barefoot
taking a long look
at the new moon’s eyelid
later spread
sleep-fallen, naked in your dark hair
asleep but not oblivious
of the unslept unsleeping
elsewhere
Tonight I think
no poetry
will serve
Syntax of rendition:
verb pilots the plane
adverb modifies action
verb force-feeds noun
submerges the subject
noun is chocking
verb disgraced goes on doing
now diagram the sentence
—Adrienne Rich

