Rest in Peace, Adrienne Rich

By Grace R. RSS Thu, March 29, 2012

Adrienne Rich, the famed poet, essayist, and public intellectual known for her writings on politics, sexuality, and gender, passed away on Tuesday at her home in Santa Cruz. Her career spanned seven decades and included the 1974 National Book Award for her collection of poems, "Diving into the Wreck," which she accepted while reading a statement she penned with fellow nominees Alice Walker and Audre Lorde that stated that in accepting the award, they were "refusing the terms of patriarchal competition and declaring that we will share the prize among us, to be used as best we can for women." Listen to Rich read "Diving into the Wreck" at

To commemorate the brilliant poet's awe-inspiring life, here is her "Art of Translation":


To have seen you exactly, once:
red hair over cold cheeks fresh from the freeway
your lingo, your daunting and dauntless
eyes. But then to lift toward home, mile upon mile
back where they'd barely heard your name
--neither as terrorist nor as genius would they detain you--

to wing it back to my country bearing
your war-flecked protocols--

that was a mission, surely: my art's pouch
crammed with your bristling juices
sweet dark drops of your spirit
that streaked the pouch, the shirt I wore
and the bench on which I leaned.


It's only a branch like any other

green with the flare of life in it

and if I hold this end, you the other

that means it's broken

broken between us, broken despite us
broken and therefore dying
broken by force, broken by lying
green, with the flare of life in it


But say we're crouching on the ground like children
over a mess of marbles, soda caps, foil, old foreign coins
--the first truly precious objects. Rusty hooks, glass.

Say I saw the earring first but you wanted it.
Then you wanted the words I'd found. I'd give you
the earring, crushed lapis if it were,

I would look long at the beach glass and the sharded self
of the lightbulb. Long I'd look into your hand
at the obsolete copper profile, the cat's-eye, the lapis.

Like a thief I would deny the words, deny they ever
existed, were spoken, or could be spoken,
like a thief I'd bury them and remember where.


The trade names follow trade
the translators stopped at passport control:
Occupation: no such designation--
Journalist, maybe spy

That the books are for personal use
only--could I swear it?
That not a word of them
is contraband--how could I prove it?

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Thanks for posting about Adrienne Rich Grace. One of my favorite poets of all time. Our collective human consciousness is a bit less without her contribution.
Laura - Phiiladelphia
Friday, March 30, 2012