I’ve had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch
ADRIENNE RICHI’ve had to guess at her, sewing her skin together as I sew mine, though with a different stitch
ADRIENNE RICH… this world gives no room to be what we dreamt of being
ADRIENNE RICHIf we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?
ADRIENNE RICHThe ocean, whose tides respond, like women’s menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins.
ADRIENNE RICHWomen’s art, though created in solitude, wells up out of community.
ADRIENNE RICHLife on the planet is born of woman.
ADRIENNE RICHFalse history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news.
ADRIENNE RICHThose who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions – whether of sex, race, or servitude.
ADRIENNE RICHThat a war can be represented as helping a people to ‘feel good’ about themselves, or their country, is a measure of that failure.
ADRIENNE RICHWe have no familiar, ready-made name for a woman who defines herself, by choice, neither in relation to children nor to men, who is self-identified, who has chosen herself.
ADRIENNE RICHReality, the oppressor’s tongue.
ADRIENNE RICHI choose to love this time for once with all my intelligence -from “Splittings
ADRIENNE RICHThe more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.
ADRIENNE RICHThere must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
ADRIENNE RICHIt requires enormous commitment like any art. But there’s a core of desire in each of us and poetry goes to and comes from that core. It’s the social, economic, institutional gap that makes it difficult.
ADRIENNE RICHWe may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out-of-control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation.
ADRIENNE RICH