I copped Adrienne Rich's The Fact Of A Door Frame, back at Howard. Truthfully, I couldn't really get into it. But this poem always stuck with me. I went back and re-read it this morning, and I think I'm going to give Adrienne Rich another shot. Sometimes the poem has to wait on its audience. Poem after the jump. The picture is Pierre-Auguste Cot's "The Storm." I saw it at the Met the summer before last. I haven't been back in a while. It's so hard to get clear.
'Our Sole Defense Against the Season'
A look at Adrienne Rich's poem "The Storm," and how it relates to Pierre-Auguste Cot's painting of the same name