Adrienne Rich

I was shy. But poet Joe Stroud told me I’d be forever sorry if I didn’t have dinner with him, Morton Marcus, Adrienne Rich, and a few close friends; so I went. Thank you Joe! And Peace to you, Adrienne Rich.

I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body
We circle silently about the wreck
we dive into the hold. …
We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to the scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.

–Adrienne Rich

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