Adrienne Rich

Rookie (16 May 1929 – 27 March 2012 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Adrienne Rich Poems

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1. Aunt Jennifer's Tigers 1/3/2003
2. Diving Into The Wreck 1/3/2003
3. Living In Sin 1/3/2003
4. A Valediction Forbidding Mourning 1/3/2003
5. Burning Oneself Out 1/3/2003
6. My Mouth Hovers Across Your Breasts 1/3/2003
7. For The Dead 1/3/2003
8. Power 1/13/2003
9. From An Atlas Of The Difficult World 1/3/2003
10. From A Survivor 1/3/2003
11. Cartographies Of Silence 1/3/2003
12. Women 8/7/2007
13. In Those Years 1/3/2003
14. In A Classroom 1/3/2003
15. Implosions 1/3/2003
16. Final Notions 1/3/2003
17. Miracle Ice Cream 1/3/2003
18. Our Whole Life 1/13/2003
19. For The Record 1/3/2003
20. Integrity 1/13/2003
21. Snapshots Of A Daughter-In-Law 1/3/2003
22. Victory 1/3/2003
23. Orion 1/3/2003
24. Two Songs 1/3/2003
25. Planetarium 1/3/2003
26. Prospective Immigrants Please Note 1/3/2003
27. November 1968 1/3/2003
28. Shattered Head 1/3/2003
29. Moving In Winter 1/3/2003
30. Rural Reflections 1/3/2003
31. Stepping Backward 1/3/2003
32. Paula Becker To Clara Westhoff 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Adrienne Rich

Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.

Aunt Jennifer's finger fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.

When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.

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Miracle Ice Cream

Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.

Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow
a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,

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