the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
-Adrienne Rich (1929-2012), from Diving into the Wreck
moss on bluestone, Catskills
love the poem. I have never heard of the author before. thanks :)
ReplyDeletehope you had a great easter weekend xx
Pwtra--I added a link to her name, for people who want to learn more about her.
DeleteWe spent the weekend with my husband's (large) family in New Jersey--we do that every year and it is always fun.
The poem has reality and also is metaphorical. I enjoyed it with your ocean blue moss. Thank you Jen.
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DeleteHaricot--I'm glad that you, a poet, enjoyed it. It's part of a longer poem.
DeleteYour whole post has the peacefulness of underwater quiet. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteShe will be missed. A great woman.
ReplyDeletexo Jane
Thank you for that remembrance of a great writer.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, trekked on down to check out Country Weekend; bummer we picked a weekend you weren't there! What a sweet shop, though, with lots of treasures!
Love it!
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