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@fyeahadriennerich
No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone. The accidents happen,
Adrienne Rich, from “XVII,” Twenty-one Love Poems (Effie’s Press, 1976)
I feel more helpless with you than without you.
Adrienne Rich, from Atlas Of The Difficult World (via violentwavesofemotion)
poetry means refusing the choice to kill or die
Adrienne Rich, from “Six: Edgelit,” Dark Fields of the Republic: Poems 1991-1995 (via lifeinpoetry)
You touched me in places so deep I wanted to ignore you.
Adrienne Rich, from The School Among The Ruins (via violentwavesofemotion)
…you look at me like an emergency.
Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck (via observando)
The body has been made so problematic for women that it has often seemed easier to shrug it off and travel as a disembodied spirit.
Adrienne Rich; “Of Woman Born” (via greydiente)
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters / The beak that grips her, she becomes.
Adrienne Rich, in Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law: Poems, 1954-1962 (via letters-to-lolita)
Adrienne Rich on lying, what “truth” really means, and the alchemy of human possibility between us – beautiful read.
You’ve kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone… and I laugh and fall dreaming again of the desire to show you to everyone I love, to move openly together in the pull of gravity
Adrienne Rich, from Twenty-One Love Poems, The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977 (via lifeinpoetry)
You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.
Adrienne Rich (via quotemadness)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
Adrienne Rich (via quotemadness)
To speak to another human becomes a risk
Adrienne Rich, from “Merced,” Diving into the Wreck: Poems 1971-1972 (via lifeinpoetry)
Adrienne Rich from The Trees
Profound skepticism, caution, and righteous paranoia about men may indeed be part of any healthy woman’s response to the woman-hatred embedded in male-dominated culture, to the forms assumed by ‘normal’ male sexuality, and to the failure even of 'sensitive’ or 'political’ men to perceive or find these troubling. Yet woman-hatred is so embedded in culture, so 'normal’ does it seem, so profoundly is it neglected as a social phenomenon, that many women, even feminists and lesbians, fail to identify it until it takes, in their own lives, some permanently unmistakeable and shattering form.
Adrienne Rich, Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence (Space added for readability)