I am a woman / in the prime of life, / with certain powers / and those powers severely limited / by authorities / whose faces I rarely see."
— Adrienne Rich, Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law
Rich wrote these lines in the early 1960s, a period when she was raising three sons, managing a household, and struggling to reclaim her interior life as a poet. The tension between power and constraint she names here is precisely what makes joy radical in her tradition — not a passive receiving of beauty, but an act of will, a insistence on full presence. In Of Woman Born, she would later argue that women have been systematically separated from their own bodily knowledge and creative capacity, which means that returning to joy is not indulgence but liberation. To notice beauty fiercely, on your own terms, becomes a form of resistance and self-restoration.
Reflection
Rich believed that women are educated away from their own senses. What beauty have you been taught to distrust or dismiss as too small to matter?