The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.

~Chinese Proverb~

The riches of Adrienne Rich: Poet 1929 - 2012

WASHINGTON, March 29th, 2012 - Although we may not agree with the words they choose, some poets are obviously doing their best to make people stare at things that need staring at. Adrienne Rich was such a poet.  

She put it best herself. “Still, as a poet, I choose to sieve up old, sunken words, heave them, dripping with silt, turn them over, and bring them into the air of the present. Where every public decision has to be justified in the scales of corporate profits, poetry unsettles these apparently self-evident propositions--not through ideology, but by its very presence and ways of being, its embodiment of states of longing and desire.” (from What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry & Poetics.)

Adrienne Rich was born in Baltimore in 1929. She grew up in a home with a well-stocked library. Among the books were poems by Keats, Blake, and Tennyson. Her father, a professor of medicine, encouraged his daughter to read and try her hand at writing. Adrienne’s mother had a heart for the arts. She was a composer and pianist.

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