HALFBORN WOMAN

Poem for Tuesday - November 25, 2014

BLIND WOMAN

Now I must write for myself     for this blind

woman scratching the pavement        with her wand of thought

this slippered crone     inching on icy streets

reaching into wire trashbaskets  pulling out

what was thrown away     and infinitely precious

I look a my hands and see     they are still unfinished

I look at the the vine and see the leafbud

inching towards life

I look at my face in the glass     and see

a halfborn woman

© Adrienne Rich, 1975,

Excerpt from “Upper Broadway”