A journey into Adrienne Rich’s life and poetry.

The point is in life, in life alone–discovering it, constantly and eternally.

It’s so strange to read words from an almost incomprehensible time ago, when it’s hard to imagine how people lived, and find truth in them that still resonates today. I’m not always the biggest fan of human beings in general, but sometimes in the bright round mystery of our history, we’re remarkable and beautiful and persistently true.