Adrienne Rich

Adrienne Rich

National Book Award
1974
Bollingen Prize
2003

Griffin Poetry Prize
2010

Adrienne Cecile Rich (May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012) was an American poet, essayist and feminist. She was called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century", and was credited with bringing "the oppression of women and lesbians to the forefront of poetic discourse."

Her first collection of poetry, A Change of World, was selected by the senior poet W. H. Auden for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award; he went on to write the introduction to the published volume. Rich famously declined the National Medal of Arts, protesting the United States House of Representatives and Speaker Gingrich's vote to end funding for the National Endowment for the Arts.

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    the true nature of poetry. The drive
    to connect. The dream of a common language.
    Adrienne Rich (b. 1929)

    ... there is no way of measuring the damage to a society when a whole texture of humanity is kept from realizing its own power, when the woman architect who might have reinvented our cities sits barely literate in a semilegal sweatshop on the Texas- Mexican border, when women who should be founding colleges must work their entire lives as domestics ...
    Adrienne Rich (b. 1929)

    Your small hands, precisely equal to my own—
    only the thumb is larger, longer—in these hands
    I could trust the world, or in many hands like these,
    handling power-tools or steering-wheel
    or touching a human face ...
    Adrienne Rich (b. 1929)

    ... if, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal, that we can understand our past through a male lens—if we are unaware that women even have a history—we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.
    Adrienne Rich (b. 1929)

    Poised, trembling and unsatisfied, before
    an unlocked door, that cage of cages,
    tell us, you bird, you tragical machine—
    Adrienne Rich (b. 1929)