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My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

Adrienne Rich
Heart, Age, World
Adrienne Rich (2002). “The Fact of a Doorframe: Poems 1950-2001”, p.183, W. W. Norton & Company

It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple

Adrienne Rich
Heart, Simple, Breaths
Adrienne Cecile Rich (1951). “Selected poems, 1950-1995”, Salmon Publishing

Grief held back from the lips wears at the heart; the drop that refused to join the river dried up in the dust.

Adrienne Rich
Grief, Heart, Dust
Adrienne Rich (1971). “The Will to Change: Poems 1968-1970”, p.2, W. W. Norton & Company

As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow, a huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her lap a helpless infant or a martyred son. She exists for one purpose: to bear and nourish the son.

Adrienne Rich
Mother, Heart, Son

Weather abroad and weather in the heart alike come on Regardless of prediction.

Adrienne Rich
Heart, Weather, Predictions
1951 A Change ofWorld,'StormWarnings'.

in the nineteenth year and the eleventh month speak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides: Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnel on ones we knew and loved Praise to life though its windows blew shut on the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved Praise to life though ones we knew and loved loved it badly, too well, and not enough Praise to life though it tightened like a knot on the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us Praise to life giving room and reason to ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable. Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.

Adrienne Rich
Suicide, Heart, Years

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