The Dream of a Common Language by Adrienne Rich

Beautiful. I read it because this is the book of poems, particularly the poem Power, that kept Wild (which I was rereading when I picked this up) author Cheryl Strayed going on her hike. I have to admit I don’t read poetry often, and much of it fails to connect with me. Power is the one that stuck with me, though the others were lovely, and it did suggest to me that I might want to seek out more poetry.