Metaphorically, Rich means that women internalize—in a sense "become[]"—the monstrous misogyny, violence, etc. that holds them down. For example, out of frustration with her domestic routine, the daughter of the "Daughter-in-Law" commits small acts of self-harm: "let[ting] the tapstream...
Poem for My Daughter.The poem "Poem for My Daughter," by Edwin Frank, is presented. First Line: The disaster happens; Last Line: Welcome disaster, What's new?EBSCO_AspWestern Humanities Review
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Poem for My DaughterThe poem "Poem for My Daughter," by Edwin Frank, is presented. First Line: The disaster happens; Last Line: Welcome disaster, What's new?FRANK, EDWINwestern humanities review
Abby E. Murray:“I’m marching in Seattle this weekend in solidarity with those who have been openly threatened by the incoming administration. At first, I planned not to bring my daughter; she’s three and won’t understand; she’s potty-training; she’s innocent—all the reasons. Then...
Riding in a pick-up-truck, the radio wailing some "love-em-an-leave-em" country song, my son-in-law, the love of my daughter's life, drawls in his naturally seductive "g" less voice about the measure of a plank of wood snug against the door frame that frustrated his efforts all ...
“Little Karole” would blossom into a six-foot-tall, gorgeous woman who’d live an amazing life as a stained glass artist. And much later, she’d become my beautiful mother-in-law. perhaps it is my 60 years of age inspiring the words below, it could be that the majority of my new...
In the last two weeks, I have had the passing of my aunt, my mother-in-law, and father-in-law. Though none were young, and some had been ill and fading for a while, it is still a difficult separation. The emotions are labile amongst the families, and the grief is palpable. I ...
A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats - Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obst
Your poem went straight to my heart. I once wrote one to honor my daughters-in-law, but I would now call that one superficial compared to yours. Keep trying to see the Divine Light as it inspires you to keep writing. Willem 21 27 Reply ...