Blog Post #4- Diving into the Wreck

I absolutely loved the poem, "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich.  I thought it was written so beautifully and I love the idea of jumping into an ocean as a symbol for something that is incrediably nerve-wracking and difficult to do.  Personally, I am quite terrified of oceans.  They are endless and opaque.  You never know what creatures that might be lingering inside of it, and lowering yourself into an ocean is really a gigantic, life-threatening risk.

"And there is no one/ to tell me when the ocean/ will begin" is kind of a haunting line to me; no one will tell you when the hardship will begin until you are already immersed in it.  Once you are put it in, you can't easily climb out.  Sure, there is a ladder or a life-boat of some sort that is there to save you if you want to give up, but staying inside that ocean or pushing through the hardship shows true courage.  I also really like lines 35-40 where the speaker says, "First the air is blue and then/ it is bluer and then green and then/ black I am blacking out and yet/ my mask is powerful/ it pumps my blood with power."  I can tell the speaker is panicing as she saying this because of her random, outbursts of thoughts.  I believe she is saying this right as she is beginning to be immersed inside the water, since it is such a frightening event.  The rest of the poem, however, isn't as easily as interpreted for me.  I believe she is talking about searching for truth when she says "the thing I came for:/ the wreck and not the story of the wreck/ the thing itself and not the myth."