For Adrienne Rich
You talked to each of us, en masse,
disdaining cold machinery.
You projected from your diaphragm and heart,
each word a meant thing,
each poem a flag, torn, proud, aloft.
You argued death into a neutral corner,
grafting emotions to us all,
donor with gorgeous reason, blood logic.
Androgyne, greater than your parts,
you gave me the new stone to build upon.
Written after Adrienne Rich spoke at Towson State College and
published in Port of Call and Other Poems (The Caliban Press, Baltimore, Maryland, 1975)
Read Port of Call online at https://denisgarrison.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/portofcall.pdf