Sunday, September 29, 2019
Diving and Changing the Wreck
Adrienne Richââ¬â¢s poem Diving into the Wreck à is filled with personal myth at the birth of herself, in either a literal of a metaphoric sense. I will rewrite Richââ¬â¢s 4th and 5th stanza in order to better utilize her personal myth and to make it more succinct that she is speaking about birth. I will chiefly be using her syntax, but with different word choices and with a different number of lines for each stanza.I breath in blue air,That only gets bluer the more I come out of that dark place.I delve into my subconscious, my unconscious, my primordial mind that only infants still posses.I am born.I am powerful, full of blood and air and crying it all out of me and into meAgain and again.I am the sea of her,For in the sea of my mother I saw the beginning of me.This alone is my story,Something deepIn the elemental self.And now: I remember lessOf my purposeIn this outside worldThat is beyond an umbilical chordThat ties me faithfully to my mother.And yetâ⬠¦I belong here to o, just as my lungs adjustTo this new seaSo too does my vision.I see reformed coral reefs,And even though I breathe and eat outside of my motherI am still thereAnd here, breathing just a little bit differently.Works CitedRich, Adrienne. (1973). Diving into the Wreck. Online. 28 March 2009. Poets.Org.à à à à à à à à à à à < http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15228>
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