A language is a map of our failures.

Adrienne Rich

Adrienne Rich

Profession: Poet
Nationality: American

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I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

It is always what is under pressure in us, especially under pressure of concealment--that explodes in poetry.

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

By dawn you were pure electric. You pulsed like a star. You awoke in the last darkness before the light poured in.

But nothing less than the most radical imagination will carry us beyond this place, beyond the mere struggle for survival, to that lucid recognition of our possibilities which will keep us impatient, and unresigned to mere survival.

Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.

She had to possess the courage to enter, through language, states which most people deny or veil with silence.

One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it is like to live in another skin, what it is like to live in another body, and in that sense to surpass ourselves, to go out beyond ourselves.

Yet we can't wait for the undamaged to make our connections for us; we can't wait to speak until we are wholly clear and righteous. There is no purity, and, in our lifetimes, no end to this process.

Theory -the seeing of patterns, showing the forest as well as the trees- theory can be a dew that rises from earth and collects in the rain cloud and returns to earth over and over. But if it doesn't smell of the earth, it isn't good for earth. -Notes Toward a Politics of Location.

Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions - whether of sex, race, or servitude.

The password is a flicker of an eyelash.

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings. And the fear of our deepest cravings keeps them suspect, keeps us docile and loyal and obedient, and leads us to settle for...many facets of our own oppression.

No person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone. There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors.