Adrienne Rich ( 16th
May,1929. – 27th March,2012. )
Her reputation as an
elegant, controlled stylist.
Wait
by Adrienne Rich
In paradise every
the desert wind is
rising
third thought
in hell there are no
thoughts
is of earth
sand screams against
your government
issued tent
hell’s noise in your nostrils crawl
into your ear-shell
wrap yourself in
no-thought
wait no place for the little lyric
wedding-ring glint
the reason why
on earth
they never told you
What Kind of Times
Are These
by Adrienne Rich
There's a place
between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old
revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house
abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into
those shadows.
I've walked there
picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled
this isn't a Russian
poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving
closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of
making people disappear.
I won't tell you
where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked
strip of light—ghost-ridden crossroads, leaf
mold paradise:I know
already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.
And I won't tell you
where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you
still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at
all, it's necessary
to talk about trees.
Adrienne Rich
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