Day 27: Adrienne Rich

I started this draft in June then abandoned it, so it's not "fresh" like the others, but it's all I have to offer today as we near the end of NaPoWriMo. The poem borrows language from Adrienne Rich's "XIII: Dedications" in An Atlas of the Difficult World. "Borrows" is too mild a word; the poem is literally constructed around passages from Rich's poem to the extent that I'm nervous about posting it, nervous at using so much language from another source. I do think, though, that there might be something new in what's created here. And I love, love, love the source poem.

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Thanks for reading, y'all.

"angry packet threaded with love"

That’s why I want to speak to you now. To say: no person,
trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to
be so alone. There must be those among whom we can sit down
and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange,
angry packet for you, threaded with love.) I think you thought
there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then,
and perhaps there is none now; but we will have to make it, we who
want an end to suffering, who want to change the laws of history, if
we are not to give ourselves away.

: Adrienne Rich, from "Sources: XXIII" in Your Native Land, Your Life