November, 1968 by Adrienne Rich
She's also one of the most passionate poets and very often the passion that's driving her in her work, not so much visible in this poem, but a little bit is her really her rage about injustice of any kind. This is Adran riches, November 1968. Stripped. You're beginning to float free up through the smoke of brush fires and incinerators the unleafed branches. Won't hold you, nor the radar aerials
Jodi schiller
@FSMDevotee · 0:16
Adrienne Rich is one of my favorite early poets. So that poets that I found also in college. And, oh, I just couldn't get enough of her. So thank you for bringing that back
Erica Jean
@HeyItsErica · 1:13
I wish I could find that essay. I usually keep my essays that I've written how I analyzed it, because it was a great poem to introduce us to at the time. And so the November 1 that you read oh, my gosh, I I really love it. It's perfect for this time. And it's like her words have always been clear and at the same time, so metaphorical, symbolic, but clear at the same time