Treasure Island

Adrienne Rich

(16 May 1929 – 27 March 2012 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Miracle Ice Cream



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Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Thursday, March 29, 2012

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  • Christian Skelton (5/17/2005 9:11:00 PM)

    She just leaves me amazed. I love her cadence (subtle but insistent) . Her poetry does what poetry
    is supposed to-that is to bridge the Divine and Physical-her poetry grabs me, jerks me up hard by the lapels-AND MAKES ME LISTEN.

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