[[diving into the wreck]]First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade[...]And now: it is easy to forgetwhat I came foramong so many who have alwayslived here...[...]the thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the wreckthe thing itself and not the myththe drowned face always staringtoward the sunthe evidence of damageworn by salt and away into this threadbare beautythe ribs of the disastercurving their assertionamong the tentative haunters.[...]We are, I am, you areby cowardice or couragethe one who find our wayback to this scenecarrying a knife, a cameraa book of mythsin whichour names do not appear.
Adrienne RichAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 16, 1929
- Died: March 27, 2012
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