![]() ![]() “Diving into the Wreck” seemed like an apt description of my first lonely and disorienting months away from home. And I’d had an emotional reaction to the poems. I still wanted to write about my emotional connection to a work I didn’t want to dissect it or pull it apart to look for a deeper meaning. I hadn’t fully learned how to think critically about a piece of writing. I was never very good at analyzing poems, and the essays I wrote about her poems weren’t very good either. (The professor was British and referred to her as Add-rienne Rich, not Aid-rienne Rich, so that’s what I called her initially, too.) I’d never heard of Adrienne Rich before September 1994, when I studied three of her poems, “ Diving into the Wreck“, “ Phantasia for Elvira Shatayev”, and “ Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law“, in my UCSC freshman core course. ![]() Adrienne Rich, one of my favorite poets, died this week. ![]()
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