Image New York Times I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body
We circle silently about the wreck
we dive into the hold. ...
We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to the scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.
~Adrienne Rich
3 comments:
What a powerful poem. It really moved me. Thank you.
I have to admit that I didn't know who she was until I read her obituary in the paper yesterday. Quite an eventful life she led.
Greetings from London.
this is the leave we never really take...
i loved her and love her so very much.
i have missed this space, your site.
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