#draft 2006

[macknnons]

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[lifeinpoetry]

Maybe I couldn’t write fast enough. Maybe it was too soon.

Adrienne Rich, from “Draft #2006,″ Collected Poems: 1950 - 2012

[whisperthatruns]

They asked me, is this time worse than another. I said, for whom? Wanted to show them something. While I wrote on the chalkboard they drifted out. I turned back to an empty room. Maybe I couldn't write fast enough. Maybe it was too soon.

Adrienne Rich, “Draft #2006″

[exhaustingmemory]

Rooms of mahogany and leather, conversations open in international code.  Thighs and buttocks to open later by arrangement. Out of sight, out of mind, she solitary wrestles a huge duvet, resheathes heavy tasselled bolsters.  Bed after bed. Nights, in her room, ice strained arms.  Rests her legs.

Draft #2006 by Adrienne Rich

[missedstations]

"Draft #2006" - Adrienne Rich

viii They asked me, is this time worse than another. I said, for whom? Wanted to show them something. While I wrote on the chalkboard they drifted out. I turned back to an empty room. Maybe I couldn't write fast enough. Maybe it was too soon.