"When does a life bend toward freedom? grasp its direction?" asks Adrienne Rich in Dark Fields of the Republic, her major new work. Her explorations go to the heart of democracy and love, and the historical and present endangerment of both. The poems of Dark Fields of the Republic are a theater of voices: of men and women, the dead and the living, over time and across continents. Rich writes out of dreams and nightmares, conversations actual and imaginary, actions taken for better or for worse, out of histories and songs, humdrum and terrible events, the most intimate loves and love for the world.
What kind of times are these. What kind of times are these In those years To the days Miracle ice cream Rachel Amends Calle vision. Not what you thought, just a turn-off Calle Visión, sand in your teeth Lodged in the difficult hotel Calle Visión your heart beats on unbroken Ammonia Repetitive motions of slaughtering You can call on beauty still and it will leap In the room, in the house In the black net On the road there is a house Reversion Revolution in permanence (1953, 1993) Then or now. Food packages, 1947 Innocence, 1945 Sunset, December, 1993 Deportations And now Sending love. Voice Sending love, Molly sends it Sending love is harmless Terrence years ago Take Late Ghazal Six narrative. You drew up the story of your life Your drew up a story about me You were telling a story about women to young men You were telling a story about love I was telling you a story about love You were telling a story about war From pierced darkness Inscriptions. One. comrade Two. movement Three. origins Four. history Five. voices Six. edgelit.