Mar. 29th, 2012

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Adrienne Rich died today, at 82, which is kind of sad in that the world lost a great poet - but since i've finally started reading Never Say Die: The Myth and Marketing of the New Old Age by Susan Jacoby i'm finding it difficult to be too upset (82 sounds like a pretty good age to make it to, and anything much longer would probably have been awful, especially with rheumatoid arthritis).  Eventually i will probably write a post about Never Say Die, but not yet.

A friend of mine posted this poem of Rich's, and i'm going to re-post it here, more for my own reference than anything else (though sharing it is a nice bonus), because it's great.

Power
by Adrienne Rich

Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power.

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