Just finished reading Adrienne Rich’s excellent new collection, Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth (if you know of a better book title from the past year, I’d like to hear about it). Here’s an insightful review that gets to the heart of what makes this book, and Rich’s work overall, continually powerful and refreshing. Her sympathies reach far beyond feminism or politics in the narrow sense, and in the process produce a kind of poetry that seems to move beyond the subjective/objective, interior/exterior dichotomy by bearing witness to our historical/existential moment. It’s the way she keeps finding new forms for her witness that make her a world poet and place her in the company of Enzensberger, Adonis, Tranströmer, and Parra. So—as one might ask of these others—where is the Nobel Prize committee?