Excerpted from Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law by Adrienne Rich
Well,
she’s long about her coming, who must be
more merciless to herself than history.
Her mind full to the wind, I see her plunge
breasted and glancing through the currents,
taking the light upon her
at least as beautiful as any boy
or helicopter,
poised, still coming,
her fine blades making the air wince
but her cargo
no promise then:
delivered
palpable
ours.
This poem was selected by Mary H. (Reader’s Services)
