Adrienne Rich addresses dinner guests after receiving the Medal for
Distinguished Contribution to American Letters at the 2006 National Book
Awards sponsored by The National Book Foundation in New York, Nov. 15,
2006. (AP Photo/Stuart Ramson, file)
Adrienne Rich was an exquisitely politically poet -- and a politically exquisite poet.
Radical in word and deed, Rich
did not play games with politics or poetry. She treated each
seriously, displaying a genius first recognized by W.H. Auden in the
early days of the McCarthy Era that so horrified them both -- and that new
generations of readers would recognize across the decades during which
she became as definitional as the elder poet who had selected the
22-year-old Rich for the 1951 "Yale Series of Younger Poets Award."
Dead now, at age 82,
Rich will speak on -- well and wisely -- through her poetry and through the
myriad interviews she gave about writing and radicalism. Intensely
committed to the causes of civil rights, socialism, feminism, lesbian
and gay rights, anti-colonialism and anti-imperialism, she wrote poems
about being an observer, but she was an eternal participant. And that
participation was transformational.
"We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of
seemingly out-of-control technological power and seemingly limitless
corporate greed," she would write, "yet it has always been true that
poetry can break isolation, show us to ourselves when we are outlawed or
made invisible, remind us of beauty where no beauty seems possible,
remind us of kinship where all is represented as separation."
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Committed to trade unionism, she served on the board of the National Writers Union,
as arguably the most honored of its author members. Yet there were
some honors she would note accept. In 1997, she famously refused a
National Medal of Arts as a protest not merely against right-wing
attacks on the National Endowment for the Arts but against the economic, social and political compromises of the Clinton administration. "I
could not accept such an award from President Clinton or this White
House because the very meaning of art, as I understand it, is
incompatible with the cynical politics of this administration," Rich
explained. "[Art] means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table
of the power which holds it hostage"
A huge fan of "Democracy Now," and a frequent contributor to The Nation
and other journals of the left, she made political media more lyrical.
But she also made literary journals more political. Asked in a very
fine interview a year ago with Paris Review Daily about the "overtly political" character of her 2011, Tonight No Poetry Will Serve--with
its anguished reflections on "Guantà ¡namo, waterboarding, official U.S.
denials of torture, the 'renditioning' of presumed terrorists to
countries where they would inevitably be tortured"--Rich replied:
"I'm not quite sure why you see Tonight No Poetry Will
Serve as more overtly political than my other books. The split in our
language between 'political' and 'personal' has, I think, been a trap.
When I was younger I was undoubtedly caught in that trap -- like many
women, many poets -- as a mode of conceiving experience.
"In 1969 I wrote, 'The moment when a feeling enters the body/ is
political. This touch is political' ('The Blue Ghazals,' in The Will to
Change [1971]). Writing that line was a moment of discovering what I'd
already begun doing. Much of my earlier poetry had been moving in that
direction, though I couldn't see it or say it so directly."
"The Blue Ghazals," published as an homage to Mizra Ghalib -- the
19th-century master of Urdu ghazals who penned a poetry that was free
and beautiful in a time of oppressive and cruel British
colonialism -- spoke of the common ground between love and solidarity as
well as any poetry of our time.
What Rich explained in "The Blue Ghazals" she practiced across more
than 60 years as as poet who maintained an exceptional level of
engagement with the good fights of her times.
Rich was passionate about that engagement. And her poetry challenged others to share the passion.
After the end of the Reagan presidency, she published "In Those Years," which always seemed to me to be a fitting extension of Auden's "September 1, 1939."
Rich's poem read:
In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and, yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
