Diving and Changing the Wreck

Adrienne Richs poem Diving into the Wreck is filled with ad hominem fabrication at the birth of herself, in either a literal of a metaphoric sense. I leave rewrite Richs 4th and 5th stanza in order to better utilize her personal myth and to make it more succinct that she is speaking ab pop birth. I will chiefly be using her syntax, but with different word choices and with a different number of lines for each stanza.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 school principal 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 meAgain 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,Something deepIn the simple self.And now I remember lessOf my purposeIn this outside worldThat is beyond an umbilical chordThat ties me faithfully to my mother.And yetI kick the bucket here too, just as my lungs adjustTo this new seaSo too does my vision.I see reformed coral reefs,And even though I breathe and eat outside of my motherI am still thereAnd here, breathing just a bitty bit differently.Works CitedRich, Adrienne. (1973). Diving into the Wreck. Online. 28 March 2009. Poets.Org. http//www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15228