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By Adrienne Rich Submitted by B.K. Date: 2018 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2018.02.26.09.28.22156]] |
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No one is fated or doomed to love anyone. The accidents happen, we are not heroines, they happen in our lives like car crashes, books that change us, neighborhoods we move into and come to love. Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story, women at least should know the difference between love and death. No poison cup, no penance. Merely a notion that the tape-recorder should have caught some ghost of us: that tape-recorder not merely played but should have listened to us, and could instruct those after us: this we were, this is how we tried to love, and these are the forces they had ranged against us, and these are the forces we had ranged within us, within us and against us, against us and within us. Adrienne Rich |