You must be willing to dive into your own wreck, get soaking wet, risk getting the bends, and triumph in surviving when you jump
into Adrienne Rich's poems from the early 70's. If there were no date noted on this book, one could place them in the present.
Rich's metaphors hold true even though forty years have passed. Today, my favorite is the one about Talking to the Dead. I think because it
reminds us of all those lost to us as we approach year's end: the ones we loved and the ones we didn't even know. It asks what happens to all that love that doesn't stop
simply because the loved one is gone. Does it rush away like water? Flood the land? Does it burn like embers not quite extinguished?
On a more universal level, we might think of all the potential wasted in needless death, an interpretation that expresses Rich's precept that
the personal is always political. Reflecting on all of the levels of Rich's meaning can give us the means to survive our own wrecks and be willing
to dive with her.