Your native land, your life : poems / Adrienne Rich.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Rich, Adrienne, 1929-2012.

Contributor:

Gotham Book Mart Collection (University of Pennsylvania)

Language:

English

Subjects (All):

Authors, American--California--Santa Cruz County.

Authors, American.

California--Santa Cruz County.

Penn Provenance:

Gotham Book Mart (former owner) (Gotham Book Mart Collection copies 1 & 2)

Physical Description:

viii, 112 pages ; 22 cm

Edition:

Uncorrected Proof.

Place of Publication:

New York : Norton, [1986]

Summary:

A major American poet faces her own native land, her own life, and the result is a volume of compelling, transforming poems. The book includes two extraordinary longer works: the self-exploratory 'Sources' and 'Contradictions-Tracking Poems, ' an ongoing index of an American women's life.

Contents:

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, II, III

Baltimore: a fragment from the Thirties

New York

Homage to Winter

Blue Rock

Yom Kipper 1984

Edges

Look: this is January the worst onslaught

Heart of cold. Bones of cold. Scalp of cold

My mouth hovers across your breasts

He slammed his hand across my face and I

She is carrying my madness and I dread her

Dear Adrienne: I'm calling you up tonight

Dear Adrienne: I feel signified by pain

I'm afraid of prison. Have been all these years.

Tearing but not yet torn: this page

Night over the great and the little worlds

I came out of the hospital like a woman

Violance as purification: the one idea

Trapped in one idea, you can't have your feelings

Lately in my dreams I hear long sentences

You who think I find words for everything

It's true, these last few years I've lived

I have backroads I take to places

The problem, unstated till now, is how

If to feel is to be unreliable

The tobacco fields lie fallow-the migrant pickers

The cat-tails blaze in the corner-sunflowers

In a bald skull sits our friend in a helmet

You know the Government must have pushed them to settle

Someone said to me: It's just that we don't

Did anyone ever know who we were

You: air-driven-reft-from the tuber-bitten soil

The Tolstoyans: the Afro-American slaves

This high summer we love will pour its light

You who think I find words for everything.

Notes:

Book description and publication information on first leaf.

Includes bibliographical references (page 113).

OCLC:

911205589