The New York Times reports that the poet Adrienne Rich died yesterday at the age of eighty-two. From the poem “Seven Skins”:
What a girl I was then what a body
ready for breaking open like a lobster
what a little provincial village
what a hermit crab seeking nobler shells
what a beach of rattling stones what an offshore
raincloud
what a gone-and-come tidepool
what a look into eternity I took and did not return it
From Midnight Salvage: Poems 1995–1998 (1999).
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