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Author Rich, Adrienne, 1929-2012.

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

Publication Info. New York : Norton, [1986]


Location Call No. Status
 Bristol, Main Library - Non Fiction  811.54 R37Y    Check Shelf
 Mansfield, Main Library - Adult Nonfiction  811.54 RICH    Check Shelf
 New Britain, Main Library - Non Fiction  811 R37Y    Check Shelf
Edition 1st ed.
Description viii, 113 pages ; 22 cm
Bibliography Includes bibliographical references (page 113).
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.
Subject Authors, American -- California -- Santa Cruz County.
Authors, American. (OCoLC)fst00821764
California -- Santa Cruz County. (OCoLC)fst01210722
Indexed Term English poetry
United States
ISBN 0393023184
039330325X (pbk.)
9780393303254 (pbk.)
0393310825 (pbk.)
9780393310825 (pbk.)
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