And love be thrall to death! By focusing on what the poem itself can actually do or fail to do in the presence of that unacceptable, undeniable reality, Rich also creates a compelling record of our other human options.
From Jane Roberta Cooper, ed.
That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, cradling it on my tongue like the slick seed of pomegranate.
I am burning I am not consumed.