The Giddy Verge
Adrienne Rich’s poem “Song� launches us into a consideration of solitude versus loneliness and the tensions between internal and external worlds. When is it brave//cowardly to embrace solitude over connection - and vice versa - and can we accomplish both?
By Adrienne Rich
You’re wondering if I’m lonely: / OK then, yes, I’m lonely / as a plane rides lonely and level / on its radio beam, aiming / across the Rockies / for the blue-strung aisles / of an airfield on the ocean. / You want to ask, am I lonely? / Well, of course, lonely / as a woman driving across country / day after day, leaving behind / mile after mile / little towns she might have stopped / and lived and died in, lonely / If I’m lonely / it must be the loneliness / of waking first, of breathing / dawns’ first cold breath on the city / of being the one awake / in a house wrapped in sleep / If I’m lonely / it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore / in the last red light of the year / that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither / ice nor mud nor winter light / but wood, with a gift for burning10:00 - 11:00