Storm Warnings
by Adrienne Rich (1929-2012)
The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of grey unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky.
And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.
Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.
I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.
Having just learned of the death of the great poet and hero, Adrienne Rich, I can think of no better use for this spot than to honour her today. It happens that the above is the first poem from her first book. She wrote many books, full of wonderful poems. I don’t mean to single this out as the best — that would be very hard to pick — but I do love it, would love to have written it, and feel that its content is appropriate for this occasion. I’m grateful to Collin Kelley for using it in his
Modern Confessional blog today, for the same purpose, and thereby reminding me of it.
On the other hand, her
Stepping Backward, a poem about goodbye, could also have been a good choice today.
I don’t expect that Adrienne Rich is unfamiliar to you — far from it! It is good, though, to recollect the great gift she gave us in her writing, and to linger over her poems even if we know them well.
Of course — as recounted in
this sweet obituary — she was also known for her outspokenness on socio-political issues, both in verse and otherwise, and for the absolute integrity of her stance, which on occasion led her to reject major awards. Many of her eloquent words on issues she was passionate about are quoted
here. Her prose volume,
On Lies, Secrets and Silence, will always be one of my most cherished feminist texts — although (and because) it is broader than that. To find her other books, it may be quickest to consult the list at
Bookfinder.
You can re-read some of her poems
here and
here and
here, the last with detailed bio and an audio clip of her reading one of her poems.
Here you can both see and hear her read. And there is a wonderful discussion of a poem from her last book, and the full text of the poem, Turbulence,
here. This poem, too, is a fitting piece to mark her end.
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I had planned to feature another American poet this week. That will happen next week instead. After six months of focusing exclusively on Australian poets, it’s time to go more international. There are plenty more wonderful Aussies to share with you, which I’ll do, but they'll be interspersed now among poets from other countries (writing in English, or in translation).
My focus is on contemporary poets, those who have been alive in my lifetime, even if some have now moved on ... as Adrienne Rich has moved on.
Thank you, God, for the life and work of Adrienne Rich.
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