Adrienne Rich

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

Adrienne Rich Poems

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