Diving and Changing the Wreck
Adrienne Rich’s poem Diving into the Wreck is filled with personal myth at the birth of herself, in either a literal of a metaphoric sense. I will rewrite Rich’s 4th and 5th stanza in order to better utilize her personal myth and to make it more succinct that she is speaking about birth. I will chiefly be using her syntax, but with different word choices and with a different number of lines for each stanza.
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I breath in blue air,
That only gets bluer the more I come out of that dark place.
I delve into my subconscious, my unconscious, my primordial mind that only infants still posses.
I am born.
I am powerful, full of blood and air and crying it all out of me and into me
Again and again.
I am the sea of her,
For in the sea of my mother I saw the beginning of me.
This alone is my story,
In the elemental self.
And now: I remember less
Of my purpose
In this outside world
That is beyond an umbilical chord
That ties me faithfully to my mother.
I belong here too, just as my lungs adjust
To this new sea
So too does my vision.
I see reformed coral reefs,
And even though I breathe and eat outside of my mother
I am still there
And here, breathing just a little bit differently.
Rich, Adrienne. (1973). Diving into the Wreck. Online. 28 March 2009. Poets.Org.