Adrienne Rich Poems on Energy (3 Poems)

For the Dead (Adrienne Rich Poems)

I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always … Continue reading →

Paula Becker to Clara Westhoff (Adrienne Rich Poems)

The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should or maybe I’m using it to the thin edge. The moon rolls in the air. I didn’t want this child. … Continue reading →

Cartographies of Silence (Adrienne Rich Poems)

1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the drift apart as if powerless, as if up against a force of nature A poem can being with a lie. … Continue reading →