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    Collected Poems

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    8. Turning the Wheel

      YOUR NATIVE LAND, YOUR LIFE (1981–1985)

      I. SOURCES

      Sources

      II. NORTH AMERICAN TIME

      For the Record

      North American Time

      Education of a Novelist

      Virginia 1906

      Dreams Before Waking

      When/Then

      Upcountry

      One Kind of Terror: A Love Poem

      In the Wake of Home

      What Was, Is; What Might Have Been, Might Be

      For an Occupant

      Emily Carr

      Poetry: I

      Poetry: II, Chicago

      Poetry: III

      Baltimore:a fragment from the Thirties

      New York

      Homage to Winter

      Blue Rock

      Yom Kippur 1984

      Edges

      III. CONTRADICTIONS: TRACKING POEMS

      1. Look:this is Januarythe worst onslaught

      2. Heart of cold.Bones of cold.Scalp of cold

      3. My mouth hovers across your breasts

      4. He slammed his hand across my faceand I

      5. She is carrying my madnessand I dread her

      6. Dear Adrienne:I’m calling you up tonight

      7. Dear Adrienne,I feel signified by pain

      8. I’m afraid of prison.Have been all these years.

      9. Tearing but not yet torn:this page

      10. Nightover the great and the little worlds

      11. I came out of the hospital like a woman

      12. Violence as purification:the one idea.

      13. Trapped in one idea, you can’t have your feelings,

      14. Lately in my dreams I hear long sentences

      15. You who think I find words for everything,

      16. It’s true, these last few years I’ve lived

      17. I have backroads I taketo places

      18. The problem, unstated till now, is how

      19. If to feel is to be unreliable

      20. The tobacco fields lie fallowthe migrant pickers

      21. The cat-tails blaze in the cornersunflowers

      22. In a bald skull sits our friendin a helmet

      23. You know the Government must have pushed them to settle,

      24. Someone said to me:It’s just that we don’t

      25. Did anyone ever know who we were

      26. You:air-drivenreftfrom the tuber-bitten soil

      27. The Tolstoyansthe Afro-American slaves

      28. This high summer we love will pour its light

      29. You who think I find words for everything

      TIME’S POWER (1985–1988)

      Solfeggietto

      This

      Love Poem

      Negotiations

      In a Classroom

      The Novel

      A Story

      In Memoriam: D.K.

      Children Playing Checkers at the Edge of the Forest

      SleepwalkingNext to Death

      Letters in the Family

      The Desert as Garden of Paradise

      Delta

      6/21

      For an Album

      Dreamwood

      Walking Down the Road

      The Slides

      Harpers Ferry

      One Life

      Divisions of Labor

      Living Memory

      Turning

      AN ATLAS OF THE DIFFICULT WORLD (1988–1991)

      I. AN ATLAS OF THE DIFFICULT WORLD

      I. A dark woman, head bent, listening for something

      II. Here is a map of our country:

      III. Two five-pointed star-shaped glass candleholders, …

      IV. Late summers, early autumns, you can see something that binds

      V. Catch if you can your country’s moment, begin

      VI. A potato explodes in the oven.Poetry and famine:

      VII. (The Dream-Site) Some rooftop, water-tank looming, street-racket strangely quelled

      VIII. He thought there would be a limit and that it would stop him. He depended on that:

      IX. On this earth, in this life, as I read your story, you’re lonely.

      X. Soledad. = f. Solitude, loneliness, homesickness; lonely retreat.

      XI. One night on Monterey Bay the death-freeze of the century:

      XII. What homage will be paid to a beauty built to last

      XIII. (Dedications) I know you are reading this poem

      II.

      She

      That Mouth

      Marghanita

      Olivia

      Eastern War Time

      1. Memory lifts her smoky mirror:1943,

      2. Girl between home and school,what is that girl

      3. How telegrams used to come:ring

      4. What the grown-ups can’t speak ofwould you push

      5. A young girl knows she is young and meant to live

      6. A girl wanders with a boy into the woods

      7. A woman of sixtydriving

      8. A woman wired in memories

      9. Streets closed, emptied by forceGuns at corners

      10. Memory says:Want to do right? Don’t count on me.

      Tattered Kaddish

      Through Corralitos Under Rolls of Cloud

      I. Through Corralitos under rolls of cloud

      II. Showering after ’flu; stripping the bed;

      III. If you know who died in that bed, do you know

      IV. That light of outrage is the light of history

      V. She who died on that bed sees it her way:

      For a Friend in Travail

      1948: Jews

      Two Arts

      1. I’ve redone you by daylight.

      2. Raise it up there and it will

      Darklight

      I. Early day.Grey the air.

      II. When heat leaves the walls at last

      Final Notations

      DARK FIELDS OF THE REPUBLIC (1991–1995)

      WHAT KIND OF TIMES ARE THESE

      What Kind of Times Are These

      In Those Years

      To the Days

      Miracle Ice Cream

      Rachel

      Amends

      Calle Visión

      1. Not what you thought:just a turn-off

      2. Calle Visiónsand in your teeth

      3. Lodged in the difficult hotel

      4. Calle Visiónyour heart beats on unbroken

      5. Ammonia

      6. The repetitive motions of slaughtering

      7. You can call on beauty still and it will leap

      8. In the roomin the house

      9. In the black net

      10. On the road there is a house

      Reversion

      Revolution in Permanence (1953, 1993)

      THEN OR NOW

      Food Packages: 1947

      Innocence: 1945

      Sunset, December, 1993

      Deportations

      And Now

      Sending Love

      Voice

      Sending love:Molly sends it

      Sending love is harmless

      Terrence years ago

      Take

      Late Ghazal

      Six Narratives

      1. You drew up the story of your life

      2. You drew up a story about me

      3. You were telling a story about women to young men

      4. You were telling a story about love

      5. I was telling you a story about love

      6. You were telling a story about war

      From Piercéd Darkness

      INSCRIPTIONS

      One:comrade

      Two:movement

      Three:origins

      Four:history

      Five:voices

      Six:edgelit

      MIDNIGHT SALVAGE (1995–1998)

      The Art of Translation

      For an Anniversary

      Midnight Salvage

      Char

      Modotti

      Shattered Head

      1941

      Letters to a Young Poet

      Camino Real

      Plaza Street and Flatbush

      Seven Skins

      “Th
    e Night Has a Thousand Eyes”

      Rusted Legacy

      A Long Conversation

      FOX (1998–2000)

      Victory

      Veterans Day

      For This

      Regardless

      Signatures

      Nora’s Gaze

      Architect

      Fox

      Messages

      Fire

      Twilight

      Octobrish

      Second Sight

      Grating

      Noctilucent Clouds

      If Your Name Is on the List

      1999

      Terza Rima

      Four Short Poems

      Rauschenberg’s Bed

      Waiting for You at the Mystery Spot

      Ends of the Earth

      THE SCHOOL AMONG THE RUINS (2000–2004)

      I.

      Centaur’s Requiem

      Equinox

      Tell Me

      For June, in the Year 2001

      The School Among the Ruins

      This evening let’s

      Variations on Lines from a Canadian Poet

      Delivered Clean

      The Eye

      There Is No One Story and One Story Only

      II.

      USonian Journals 2000

      III. TERRITORY SHARED

      Address

      Transparencies

      Livresque

      Collaborations

      Ritual Acts

      Point in Time

      IV. ALTERNATING CURRENT

      Sometimes I’m back in that city

      No bad dreams.Night, the bed, the faint clockface.

      Take one, take two

      What’s suffered in laughterin aroused afternoons

      A deluxe blending machine

      As finally by wind or grass

      When we are shaken out

      V.

      Memorize This

      The Painter’s House

      After Apollinaire & Brassens

      Slashes

      Trace Elements

      Bract

      VI. DISLOCATIONS: SEVEN SCENARIOS

      1 Still learning the word

      2 In a vast dystopic space the small things

      3 City and world: this infection drinks like a drinker

      4 For recalcitrancy of attitude

      5 Faces in the mesh: defiance or disdain

      6 Not to get up and go back to the drafting table

      7 Tonight someone will sleep in a stripped apartment

      VII.

      Five O’Clock, January 2003

      Wait

      Don’t Take Me

      To Have Written the Truth

      Screen Door

      VIII. TENDRIL

      Tendril

      TELEPHONE RINGING IN THE LABYRINTH (2004–2006)

      I.

      Voyage to the Denouement

      Calibrations

      Skeleton Key

      Wallpaper

      In Plain Sight

      Behind the Motel

      Melancholy Piano (extracts)

      II.

      Archaic

      Long After Stevens

      Improvisation on Lines from Edwin Muir’s “Variations on a Time Theme”

      Rhyme

      Hotel

      Three Elegies

      I. Late Style

      II. As Ever

      III. Fallen Figure

      Hubble Photographs: After Sappho

      This Is Not the Room

      Unknown Quantity

      Tactile Value

      Midnight, the Same Day

      I. When the sun seals my eyes the emblem

      II. Try to rest now, says a voice

      Even Then Maybe

      Director’s Notes

      Rereading The Dead Lecturer

      III.

      Letters Censored, Shredded, Returned to Sender, or Judged Unfit to Send

      IV.

      If/As Though

      Time Exposures

      I. Glance into glittering moisture

      II. Is there a doctor in the house

      III. They’d say she was humorless

      IV. When I stretched out my legs beyond your wishful thinking

      V. You’ve got ocean through sheet glass brandy and firelog

      The University Reopens as the Floods Recede

      Via Insomnia

      A Burning Kangaroo

      Ever, Again

      V.

      Draft #2006

      VI.

      Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth

      TONIGHT NO POETRY WILL SERVE (2007–2010)

      I.

      Waiting for Rain, for Music

      Reading the Iliad (As If) for the First Time

      Benjamin Revisited

      Innocence

      Domain

      Fracture

      Turbulence

      Tonight No Poetry Will Serve

      II.

      Scenes of Negotiation

      III.

      From Sickbed Shores

      IV. AXEL AVÁKAR

      Axel Avákar

      Axel: backstory

      Axel, in thunder

      I was there, Axel

      Axel, darkly seen, in a glass house

      V.

      Ballade of the Poverties

      Emergency Clinic

      Confrontations

      Circum/Stances

      Winterface

      Quarto

      Don’t Flinch

      Black Locket

      Generosity

      VI.

      You, Again

      Powers of Recuperation

      LATER POEMS (2010–2012)

      Itinerary

      For the Young Anarchists

      Fragments of an Opera

      Liberté

      Teethsucking Bird

      Undesigned

      Suspended Lines

      Tracings

      From Strata

      Endpapers

      Notes on the Poems

      Index of Titles and First Lines

      INTRODUCTION

      BY CLAUDIA RANKINE

      In answer to the question “Does poetry play a role in social change?” Adrienne Rich once answered:

      Yes, where poetry is liberative language, connecting the fragments within us, connecting us to others like and unlike ourselves, replenishing our desire…. [I]n poetry words can say more than they mean and mean more than they say. In a time of frontal assaults both on language and on human solidarity, poetry can remind us of all we are in danger of losing—disturb us, embolden us out of resignation.

      There are many great poets, but not all of them alter the ways in which we understand the world we live in; not all of them suggest that words can be held responsible. Remarkably, Adrienne Rich did this and continues to do this for generations of readers. In her Collected Poems 1950–2012 we have a chronicle of over a half century of what it means to risk the self in order to give the self.

      Rich’s desire for a transformative writing that would invent new ways to be, to see, and to speak drew me to her work in the early 1980s while I was a student at Williams College. Midway through a cold and snowy semester in the Berkshires, I read for the first time James Baldwin’s 1962 The Fire Next Time and two collections by Rich, her 1969 Leaflets and her 1971–1972 Diving into the Wreck. In Baldwin’s text I underlined the following: “Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself—that is to say, risking oneself.”

      Rich’s interrogation of the “guarding” of systems was the subject of everything she wrote in the years leading up to my first encounter with her work. Leaflets, Diving into the Wreck, and The Dream of a Common Language were all examples of her interrogation, as were her other works, all the way to her final poems in 2012. And though I did not have the critic Helen Vendler’s experience upon encountering Rich—“Four years after she published her first book, I read it in almost disbelieving
    wonder; someone my age was writing down my life…. Here was a poet who seemed, by a miracle, a twin: I had not known till then how much I had wanted a contemporary and a woman as a speaking voice of life”—I was immediately drawn to Rich’s interest in what echoes past the silences in a life that wasn’t necessarily my life.

      In my copy of Rich’s essay “When We Dead Awaken,” the faded yellow highlighter still remains recognizable on pages after more than thirty years: “Both the victimization and the anger experienced by women are real, and have real sources, everywhere in the environment, built into society, language, the structures of thought.” As a nineteen-year-old, I read in both Rich and Baldwin a twinned dissatisfaction with systems invested in a single, dominant, oppressive narrative. My initial understanding of feminism and racism came from these two writers in the same weeks and months.

      Rich claimed that Baldwin was the “first writer I read who suggested that racism was poisonous to white as well as destructive to Black people” (“Blood, Bread, and Poetry: The Location of the Poet” [1984]). It was Rich who suggested to me that silence, too, was poisonous and destructive to our social interactions and self-knowledge. Her understanding that the ethicacy of our personal relationships was dependent on the ethics of our political and cultural systems was demonstrated not only in her poetry but also in her essays, interviews, and in conversations like the extended one she conducted with the poet and essayist Audre Lorde.

      Despite the vital friendship between Lorde and Rich, or perhaps because of it, both poets were able to question their own everyday practices of collusion with the very systems that oppressed them. As self-identified lesbian feminists, they openly negotiated the difficulties of their very different racial and economic realities. Stunningly, they showed us that, if you listen closely enough, language “is no longer personal,” as Rich writes in “Meditations for a Savage Child,” but stains and is stained by the political.

      In the poem “Hunger” (1974–1975), which is dedicated to Audre Lorde, Rich writes, “I’m wondering / whether we even have what we think we have / … even our intimacies are rigged with terror. / Quantify suffering? My guilt at least is open, / I stand convicted by all my convictions—you, too …” And as if in the form of an answer, Lorde wrote in “The Uses Of Anger: Women Responding to Racism,” an essay published in 1981, “I cannot hide my anger to spare your guilt, nor hurt feelings, nor answering anger; for to do so insults and trivializes all our efforts. Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action.”

      By my late twenties, the early 1990s, I was in graduate school at Columbia University and came across Rich’s recently published An Atlas of the Difficult World. I approached the volume thinking I knew what it would hold but found myself transported by Rich’s profound exploration of ethical loneliness. Rich called forward voices created in a precarious world. And though the term “ethical loneliness” would come to me years later from the work of the critic Jill Stauffer, I understood Rich to be drawing into her stanzas the voices of those who have been, in the words of Stauffer, “abandoned by humanity compounded by the experience of not being heard.”

     


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