Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Adrienne Rich
Beside this door a January tree
Answers a few day's warmth with shoots of green;
And knowing what the winds must do, I see
A hint of something human in the scene.
No matter how the almanacs have said
Hold back, distrust a purely local May,
When did we ever learn to be afraid?
Why are we scarred with winter's thrust today?
Purely Local was written by Adrienne Rich.