Powers of Recuperation
by Adrienne Rich
1.
A woman of the citizen party—what’s that—
is writing history backward
her body the chair she sits in
to be abandoned repossessed
The old, crusading, raping, civil, great, phony, holy, world,
second world, third world, cold, dirty, lost, on drugs,
gangrenous, maiming, class
war lives on
a done matter she might have thought
ever undone though plucked
from before her birthyear
and that hyphen coming after
She’s old, old, the incendiary
woman
endless beginner
whose warped wraps you shall find in graves
and behind glass plundered
2.
Streets empty now citizen rises shrugging off
her figured shirt pulls on her dark generic garment sheds
identity inklings watch, rings, ear-studs
now to pocket her flashlight her tiny magnet
shut down heater finger a sleeping cat
lock inner, outer door insert
key in crevice listen once twice
to the breath of the neighborhood
take temperature of the signs a bird
scuffling a frost settling
you left that meeting around two A.M. I thought
someone should walk with you
Didn’t think then I needed that
years ravel out and now
who’d be protecting whom
I left the key in the old place
in case
3.
Spooky those streets of minds
shuttered against shatter
articulate those walls
pronouncing rage and need
fuck the cops come jesus
blow me again
Citizen walking cat-wise
close to the walls
heat of her lungs leaving
its trace upon the air
fingers her tiny magnet
which for the purpose of drawing
particles together will have to do
when as they say the chips are down
4.
Citizen at riverbank seven bridges
Ministers-in-exile with their aides
underneath dreaming limb to limb
conspiring by definition
Bridges trajectories arched
in shelter rendezvous
two banks to every river two directions
to every bridge
twenty-eight chances
every built thing has its unmeant purpose
5.
Every built thing with its unmeant
meaning unmet purpose
every unbuilt thing
child squatting civil
engineer devising
by kerosene flare in mud
possible tunnels
carves in cornmeal mush irrigation
canals by index finger
all new learning looks at first
like chaos
the tiny magnet throbs
in citizen’s pocket
6.
Bends under the arc walks bent listening for chords and codes
bat-radar-pitched or twanging
off rubber bands and wires tin can telephony
to scribble testimony by fingernail and echo
her documentary alphabet still evolving
Walks up on the bridge wind-whipped roof and trajectory
shuddering under her catpaw tread
one of seven
built things holds her suspended
between desolation
and the massive figure on unrest’s verge1
pondering the unbuilt city
cheek on hand and glowing eyes and
skirted knees apart
2007
1. See Melancolia I, engraving by Albrecht Dürer, 1514
Adrienne Rich is the author of many books, most recently the poetry collection Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth and A Human Eye: Essays on Art in Society (both from W. W. Norton). David Sellars's Piedoxen Press is publishing a limited hand-set edition of her poem "Letters Censored, Shredded, Returned to Sender, or Judged Unfit to Send" with etched prints by Nancy Grossman.
Read more in Issue 8
| After the Wreck: Naomi J. Williams on Historical Fictions and Fictional Histories | |
| Source Material: Sara Majka Considers Booking a Room |
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| Powers of Recuperation by Adrienne Rich | |
| Trans-Neptunian Object by Suzanne Buffam | |
| The Blackberries by Francis Ponge | |
| The Mupandawana Dancing Champion by Petina Gappah | |
| Fiction | Li Ling by Atsushi Nakajima |












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