Ecstasy of Regret: Poems

by Dannye Powell

Overview

Dannye Romine Powell writes of marriage, parenthood, and temptation-of love in its many forms. Her lyrical, imagistic poems bring into sudden focus the subtle shifts of understanding and emotion within intimacy. In her reworking of the primal story of Eve and Adam and throughout all the poems, she elucidates how everyday life can sustain a family or sunder it. With clarity and care, she illuminates the world.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781610751360
Publisher:	University of Arkansas Press
Publication date:	07/01/2002
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	86
File size:	617 KB

About the Author

Dannye Romine Powell is also the author of At Every Wedding Someone Stays Home and Parting the Curtain: Interviews with Southern Writers.

Table of Contents

Contents A Seamless Forgetting What Entices May Finally Recede Startled by Green The Absence of Lake Eve Screams for the Hoe The Woman Who Allowed Light to Have Its Way with Her The Day He Disappeared How the Muse Keeps Trying to Elude Me Where You Touched My Arm Eve Begs Adam to Play His Guitar A Man Calls to Say My Son Is on a Farm for Alcoholics outside Jackson, Mississippi The Other Life Eve’s Out at the Edge The Wrong Dress Adam Tries to Explain to God That None of This Is His Fault Relapse Leaving the Garden Suffused in the Heat Scattered Typing Eve’s Growing Concern After Detox Deprivation Eve’s Sorrows Multiplying Dread Begs to Fondle Your Breasts Eve Dreams of Mary Todd Lincoln I Hang Up the Phone after Hearing I Have Cancer At a Flea Market, A Woman Buys a Letter Postmarked 1944, From Sybil Reed to Louis Mack The Wink To the Neighbor Whose Gardenias I Stole Last Spring The Vaster Blue She Never Thought of Vegetables The Day Before My Father Died Wake the Tree Better to Know the Woodcutter Might Never Arrive at the Cottage The Reconstructed Breast Eve’s Not a Bad Mimic In the Two-Week Relapse Prevention Program, My Son Writes a Forty-Six-Page Autobiography The Woman Who Only Went up to the Neck Never Mind My Own Sweet Cottage A Reason to Embrace Sorrow What Happened to My Parents The Chair Where I Sat Reading While My Parents Made Love I Try to Tear Myself Away from a Jigsaw Puzzle during the Last Minutes of Vacation Long Distance Sometimes They Just Lie There