The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart

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Smart...funny...insightful... The Hell With Love is a sassy and heart-wrenching collection of poems that expresses the anger, hurt, and depression of loss; that asks why, analyzes rifts, and strives for explanation; and that builds resolve, envisions a future, and revels in the present. Poets include Margaret Atwood, Louise Gluck, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sharon Olds, Robert Frost, and many more.

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Smart...funny...insightful... The Hell With Love is a sassy and heart-wrenching collection of poems that expresses the anger, hurt, and depression of loss; that asks why, analyzes rifts, and strives for explanation; and that builds resolve, envisions a future, and revels in the present. Poets include Margaret Atwood, Louise Gluck, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sharon Olds, Robert Frost, and many more.

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Poetry lovers who know what it means to be jilted will be entranced by this aptly named anthology. The theme concept might seem to be a mere device, but The Hell with Love is by any standard a solid collection. Its contributors include Billy Collins, Margaret Atwood, Pablo Neruda, Robert Frost, Sharon Olds, and John Donne.
Andrew Carroll
The greatest anthology of poetry I have ever reminds me why I fell in love with poetry in the first place.
Matt Klam
Whether you're miserable or not, The Hell with Love doesn't just fix your misery...From the first page you feel love again, just not the kind that kills you.
Lucinda Rosenfeld
If there was ever any doubt that love stinks, this expertly-selected trousseau of dirty laundry and broken trust...makes a strong case in the affirmative.
Publishers Weekly
Those looking to poetry to ease a recent breakup won't have to thumb through painfully irrelevant odes to joy any longer. The pocket-sized The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart, edited by Mary D. Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Velez, organizes its contents according to the stages of heartbreak ("anger," "sadness," etc.). Most are by well-known 20th-century U.S. poets: William Carlos Williams, Louise Gleck, Sharon Olds, though Donne, Shakespeare and Larkin also make appearances. Predictable selections (Margaret Atwood's "You Fit Into Me") are balanced out by a few eccentric, perhaps witty curatorial decisions, such as the inclusion of Auden's "Musee Des Beaux Arts" in the section called "Moving On." ( Jan.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446584555
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/23/2010
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 1,451,659
  • Product dimensions: 4.50 (w) x 6.50 (h) x 0.75 (d)

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The Hell With Love

By Mary D. Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Vélez

Warner Books

Copyright © 2002 Mary D. Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Vélez
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-67854-6

Chapter One



At least you know you're still alive-that's the one great thing about post-breakup anger. You want him to drop dead-well, maybe suffer some agonizing disfigurement first-and you can't say his name without spitting it and you want to slap every happy couple you see on the street. Not very pretty, but it beats being numb and limp. Rage gives you edge, keeps your blood pumping, gives you a reason to get up in the morning. In fact, we live in a culture that encourages us to express our anger; doctors and therapists agree that repressed anger hurts our psyches and bodies. We're supposed to let it out. But raw, primal rage has its limits. So we smash every plate in the kitchen and rip up every last picture of him-all we're left with is a mess. Cathartic but not constructive.

That's where the "rage" poets come in. These artists have created tidy little arrangements of words, very controlled-looking, very civilized. Or so they seem. But each poem is a finely crafted bomb, packed with fury, vengefulness, and tremendous wit. To read one and "get it" is to experience an explosion of self-recognition-that aha! that makes you laugh and nod and marvel at how the words express exactly what you feel. You're not alone. In fact, you're in pretty eloquent company, which can make you feel a little better about being bitter.

Margaret Atwood's "you fit into me" shoots a pretty little bullet of rage, though at first glance it appears to be a tiny harmless love poem. "You fit into me," the speaker says, the way a hook on a door fits into the round eye of the latch, as if we hold each other together, we complete each other. Very domestic and sweet and sexual. But that romantic image flips in the second stanza- sure you fit into me, darling, like a fish hook stuck in my open eye. The combination of pain (there's a **#&#! hook stuck in my eye!) and calm self-awareness (my eyes were wide open but he hooked me anyway) make the poem a funny meditation on a really bad relationship.

"Somewhere A Seed," by Michael Fried, offers a similar surprise zinger of an ending. We vote this best poem to give someone in the first throes of breakup pain. The formal measured movement of the poem, its elegant structure (note that it's all one sentence), and the careful control in the speaker's voice lull you into thinking you're reading a conventional "there's growth and hope in Nature, so cheer up" kind of poem- unbearable when you've just been tossed aside by your one true love. Happily, "Seed" turns out to be a "someday, honey, you're going to suffer and die" kind of poem, a delicious, murderous revenge fantasy. The universe is a just place, the poem tells us, and will see to it that your ex gets his; someday, when he least expects it, that "shit-filled heart" of his will feel the kind of pain you're experiencing now.

It's somehow comforting to know that even the most classic, revered poets share this down-and-dirty impulse to see ex-lovers suffer. That's why we love John Donne's "The Message"-it makes a basic revenge impulse seem extraordinarily graceful and witty. What's more, it shows how a breakup victim can regain a bit of confidence and power through the controlled expression of anger. In stanzas one and two of this poem, Donne's speaker assumes victim status-he wants his eyes back, "Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee." By the end of the stanza, however, he realizes that they are worthless, "Made by thee/fit for no good sight," so he changes his mind and decides he's better off without them. Next, he asks for his heart back-but later realizes it too has been corrupted by the lying ex-lover, "taught by thine/To make jestings/Of protestings." So he tells her to keep his eyes and his heart. In other words: I may not be able to recover from your betrayal-my vision will remain forever clouded, and my heart is broken for good.

But in stanza three, the speaker tires of being a victim and instead becomes inspired by anger. Wait a minute, he says, I've changed my mind again. "Send me back my heart and eyes," he demands-I'll need them so I can see you suffer when this happens to you, so that I "may laugh and joy, when thou/Art in anguish." It's a bitter kind of joy, but yes, hold on to your heart, says the poem, it will mend. Anger, oddly enough, may well be the first step toward recovery.

Louise Glück assures us that our anger is justifiable-there is reason, not just emotion, behind our rage. The speaker in "Unwritten Law" knows exactly why she is angry. For years she only dated "rather boyish men-unformed, sullen, or shyly kicking the dead leaves" because it was easy and she could keep her guard up and not risk too much of who she really was. But finally she fell for a man (not a boy) who made her feel a "true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth," someone who took her "beyond the archetype" of all her past relationships. With him, she revealed everything, gave everything, and believed it was worth it; it was destiny. She "blessed [her] good fortune" in finding this man. And what was her reward for allowing herself to trust and believe and give thanks? He gradually (with smug cruelty) destroyed her faith in him, which destroyed her faith in good fortune (destiny, God), leaving her with meaninglessness. A bleak poem, but at least it's not just a cry of angry pain. She blames him but tries to accept her own responsibility for why she feels the way she does. There's a thought process here that explains the hurt and very well may help her move forward with her life.

Moving forward is what we ultimately want to do. One way to start is to acknowledge the anger and fantasize revenge, and then forgive yourself for feeling that way. You're allowed these feelings- you've lost so much, and you're so tired, disappointed, and wounded that you want someone else to hurt. It doesn't mean you're some Fatal Attraction wacko. Reveling in rage can give you the will to live again (there's a kind of giddy glee in imagining that arrow through his "shit-filled heart")-but clinging to anger only warps your own heart. You have to move beyond anger if you want to recover completely, that is, if you want to become a trusting, caring person again.


you fit into me like a hook into an eye an open eye -Margaret Atwood


I shall hate you Like a dart of singing steel Shot through still air At even-tide. Or solemnly As pines are sober When they stand etched Against the sky. Hating you shall be a game Played with cool hands And slim fingers. Your heart will yearn For the lonely splendor Of the pine tree; While rekindled fires In my eyes Shall wound you like swift arrows. Memory will lay its hands Upon your breast And you will understand My hatred. -Gwendolyn Bennett


Somewhere a seed falls to the ground That will become a tree That will some day be felled From which thin shafts will be extracted To be made into arrows To be fitted with warheads One of which, some day when you least expect it, While a winter sun is shining On a river of ice And you feel farthest from self-pity, Will pierce your shit-filled heart. -Michael Fried


Send home my long strayd eyes to mee, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee, Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forc'd fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmlesse heart againe, Which no unworthy thought could staine, Which if it be taught by thine To make jestings Of protestings, And breake both Word and oath, Keepe it, for then 'tis none of mine.

Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I may know, and see thy lyes, and may laugh and joy, when thou Art in anguish And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou art now. -John Donne


Interesting how we fall in love: in my case, absolutely. Absolutely, and, alas, often- so it was in my youth. And always with rather boyish men- unformed, sullen, or shyly kicking the dead leaves: in the manner of Balanchine. Nor did I see them as versions of the same thing. I, with my inflexible Platonism, my fierce seeing of only one thing at a time: I ruled against the indefinite article. And yet, the mistakes of my youth made me hopeless, because they repeated themselves, as is commonly true.

But in you I felt something beyond the archetype- a true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth utterly alien to my nature. To my credit, I blessed my good fortune in you. Blessed it absolutely, in the manner of those years. And you in your wisdom and cruelty gradually taught me the meaninglessness of that term. -Louise Glück


The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights when my hands did not touch one another in despair but with the love of your body which came between them. And when I entered into you it seemed then that great happiness could be measured with the precision of sharp pain. Quick and bitter. Slow and sweet were the nights. Now is as bitter and grinding as sand- "Let's be sensible" and similar curses.

And as we stray further from love we multiply the words, words and sentences long and orderly. Had we remained together we could have become a silence. -Yehuda Amichai


It is not the moon, I tell you. It is these flowers lighting the yard. I hate them. I hate them as I hate sex, the man's mouth sealing my mouth, the man's paralyzing body- and the cry that always escapes, the low, humiliating premise of union-

In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answer fused in one sound that mounts and mounts and then is split into the old selves, the tired antagonisms. Do you see? We were made fools of. And the scent of mock orange drifts through the window.

How can I rest? How can I be content when there is still that odor in the world? -Louise Glück

wishes for sons

i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. i wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. i wish them one week late. later i wish them hot flashes and clots like you wouldn't believe. let the flashes come when they meet someone special. let the clots come when they want to.

let them think they have accepted arrogance in the universe, then bring them to gynecologists not unlike themselves. -Lucille Clifton


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Table of Contents

Introduction xiii
Rage: When Hatred Isn't Strong Enough 1
"You fit into me" 9
"Somewhere A Seed" 10
"Hatred" 11
"The Message" 12
"Unwritten Law" 14
"Quick and Bitter" 16
"Mock Orange" 18
"wishes for sons" 20
Sadness: When You'd Rather Die Than Eat or Sleep 23
"Solitary Observation Brought Back from a Sojourn in Hell" 33
"After Great Pain" 34
"Some Days" 35
"The Widow's Lament in Springtime" 37
"The Song of Divorce" 39
"Chinese Dragons" 40
"Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota" 42
From "Coda" 43
"Cigarettes" 44
Excerpt from Hamlet 47
Excerpt from Macbeth 48
Self-Hatred: When You're Convinced It's All Your Fault 49
"Women" 59
"my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell" 61
"The Heart Rounds Up the Usual Suspects" 62
"Cosmetics Do No Good" 64
"A Work of Artifice" 66
"I Go Back to May 1937" 68
"This Be the Verse" 70
"Memories at the Movies" 71
False Hope: When You're Convinced You can Get Back Together 73
"If You Forget Me" 82
"The Vow" 85
"Since There's No Help" 86
"A Farewell" 87
"Elvis P. and Emma B." 89
"I Can't Hold You and I Can't Leave You" 91
"litany" 92
Resolve: When You're Determined to Move On 97
"Resume" 105
"Renouncement" 106
"One Is One" 107
"Winding Up" 108
"Amor Vincit Omnia" 110
"One Art" 111
"Lute Song" 113
Relapse: When You'd Give Anything to Go Back 115
"Sunshine" 126
"A Late Walk" 127
"The New Dog" 128
"True Love" 130
"The Flea" 132
"What She Said" 134
"I Want to Die While You Love Me" 135
"Strawberries" 136
"This Much I Do Remember" 138
Real Hope: When You Rediscover Yourself and Your Strengths 141
"Sometimes I Go About Pitying Myself" 151
"The Lake Isle of Innisfree" 152
"Da Capo" 153
"Home Sweet Home" 154
"Oh, When I Was in Love with You" 156
"In the Grove: The Poet at Ten" 157
"The Pruned Tree" 158
"Vespers" 160
"To Earthward" 162
"Lies" 164
Moving On: When You Rediscover the World and its Joys 167
"In Blackwater Woods" 178
"The Fish" 180
"Let Evening Come" 184
"Morning" 186
"Musee des Beaux Arts" 188
"Tiara" 190
"Upon Entering" 193
"O Taste and See" 194
"Strawberrying" 195
"Honey" 197
"Teste Moanial" 199
"Throw Yourself Like Seed" 201
"Picnic, Lightning" 203
"Mowing" 206
"i thank You God for most this amazing" 207
Afterword 209
Biographies of Contributors 213
Acknowledgments 229
About the Editors 231
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2002

    Smart, Sexy, and Fun

    After suffering many heartbreaks over the years, one recently, I was ready to give up on romance and relationships altogether. I can only say Thank G-d I found this book! The incredible collection of poetry-not to mention the fun, witty commentary - was a life saver. The 'Sex In the City' writing style made me laugh and cry and most importantly move on. I've ordered copies for all of my single friends. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2006

    Revenge Is Best Served Cold

    Insightful, outrageous, funny, cathartic, educational and a must-have for anyone who has ever loved and lost, and lived to love again. In this tiny book the reader will find the solutions to surviving life's greatest pleasure and pain. It is, after all, a human being's most heartfelt need to be necessary to someone. Give yourself a gift - or better yet, buy two and give one away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2002

    What is better?!

    This book is wonderful! Sure love is great while you're in it, but what happens when it's over? I LOVE THIS BOOK!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2002

    The Hell with Valentine's Day

    What an amazing collection of poems for the grieving masses! These authors realize what the commercial world fails to acknowledge every year at this time: Most of us do not live in a Hallmark world. Who, after all, hasn't had their heart broken? And who isn't sadder but much wiser for it? With this book, Velez and Esselman have become the Barrett and Browing for sadder-but-wiser yuppies who are looking for love in all the wrong places. I can hardly wait for this duo's next book.

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