(Poem) This by Adrienne Rich

Here is one of my favorite poems by Adrienne Rich, from her collection Time’s Power: Poems 1985-1988. I was going to read this at Webster’s Poetry Series last Wednesday, but that ended up being a pretty rough day for me and I decided not to go, which was extremely painful for me.


Face flashing free     child-arms
lifting the collie pup
torn paper on the path
Central Park      April ’72
behind you      minimal
those benches and that shade
that brilliant light in which
you laughed longhaired
and I’m the keeper of
this little piece of paper
this little piece of truth

I wanted this from you—
laughter     a child turning
into a boy     at ease
in the spring light     with friends
I wanted this for you

I could mutter     Give back
that day     give me again
that child     with the chance
of making it all right
I could yell     Give back that light
on the dog’s teeth     the child’s hair
but no rough drafts are granted
—Do you think I don’t remember?
did you think I was all-powerful
unimpaired     unappalled?
yes     you needed that from me
I wanted this from you

/ / /

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • mountain biker • outdoor adventurer • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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1 Response to (Poem) This by Adrienne Rich

  1. colbrt says:

    I love Adrienne Rich’s work. But then, you know that. I would like to think that posting something like this inspires someone not familiar with her writing to seek it out – or even revisit it.


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