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Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jennifer's finger fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.
Adrienne Rich
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Greenwolfe 1962 (1/11/2008 12:55:00 PM)
This is a genuine poem by Adrienne Rich and is the kind of thing that might
appear in a high school or college textbook. According to the comments
of others, it already is a part of someone's curriculum. This makes no
commentary as to it's poetic value but is a definite plus in achieving
immortality. Since I have not yet read all her works I cannot say where
she ranks among the poets of today or any day. What I can and will say,
is that she is a poet. That may not mean much to others, but it does
to me.
Greenwolfe 1962 |
Katie Peacock (11/9/2006 2:20:00 PM)
I always thought that she has embroidered the tigers, hence the reference to the wool and the needle. As for her ordeals, wedding, etc., Adrienne Rich is a feminist writer who has written some pretty major works. I think that it would be more than safe to say that this is a commentary about 'Aunt Jennifer's' experiences in relation to feminism. |
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