Translations – Adrienne Rich
You show me the poems of some woman my age, or younger translated from your language Certain words occur: enemy, oven, sorrow enough to let... Read more
You show me the poems of some woman my age, or younger translated from your language Certain words occur: enemy, oven, sorrow enough to let... Read more
I see her — a small, brown woman pushing a baby carriage behind a white woman; sadness envelopes my heart, weep I say will... Read more
This poem actually reads: “My story flows in more than one direction / a delta springing from... Read more
O, how you filled my baby days with sticky sweet-tasting pureed pears, strained through the family sieve. The yellow-skinned fruit with the spherical base... Read more
That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up by my arm, hissing, “Stand up,” through clenched teeth,... Read more
I want to approach you naked in my musings and black jeans. To join you and share a belly laugh without invading to relax with... Read more
I always gathered spring greens with Gram down by Mission Creek we would climb those steep banks picking dock dandelion lamb’s quarter... Read more
When I was ten, Grandmother told me to get her stuffed when she died like the buck head by the door catching webs of... Read more
With the holidays coming fast, I like to remind myself of those at risk. So many people, young and old, feel overwhelmed by this time... Read more