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Postscript: Adrienne Rich, 1929-2012

The New Yorker
The ringing, defiant poetry of Adrienne Rich, who died yesterday, at eighty-two, articulated the frustrations of women who came of age along clipped paths in the nineteen-forties and fifties, only to discover in the sixties and seventies the extent...
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Taylor Lorenz
Taylor Lorenz • 2 years ago

Postscript: Adrienne Rich, 1929-2012. On our #Book Bench blog, we've gathered seven of the twenty-eight #poems by Rich published in the magazine between 1953 and 1958. #poetry

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