Adrienne Rich

  Overthrow.     And make new. An idea.     And we felt it. A meaning.     And we caught it as the dimensions spread, gathering in pre-utopian basements figured shadows [...]

  1. Is poetry, should it be, “political”? The question, for me, evaporates once it’s acknowledged that poetic imagination or intuition is never merely unto-itself, free-floating, or self-enclosed. It’s radical, meaning, root-tangled i [...]

  A child’s hand smears a wall     the reproof is bitter      wall contrives to linger     child, punisher, gone in smoke An artisan lays on hues:     lemon, saffr [...]

  Cold wit leaves me cold this time of the world     Multifoliate disorders straiten my gait     Minuets don’t become me Been wanting to get out     see the sights but the exits are [...]

  My neighbor moving in a doorframe     moment’s reach of her hand     then withdrawn     As from             & [...]

A man lies under a car half bare a child plays bullfight with a torn cloth hemlocks grieve in wraps of mist a woman talks on the phone, looks in a mirror fiddling with the metal pull of a drawer She has seen her world wiped clean, the cloth that wip [...]

Spring nights you pillow your head on a sack of rich compost     Charcoal, your hair sheds sparks through your muttered dreams Deep is your sleep in the starless dark and you wake in your live skin to show me a tulip  [...]