The other day, I heard the following poem, “Power,” by Adrienne Rich:
Marie Curie was a physicist and chemist renowned for her work with uranium, the element responsible for radioactivity. She also discovered two additional elements, polonium and radium. Curie was the first person to earn two Nobel prizes in two different fields–physics and chemistry. Dope!
Rich’s poem highlights that the source of Curie’s power, radioactivity, was also the source of her demise.
Re-read that sentence. Please.
The poem resonated with my inner soul as I loudly hmmm-ed at the end of the poem’s recital. The assertion that the same things that make us successful can also account for our shortcomings strike a chord with me.
What does this poem and its conclusion mean for you?