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Naked as Eve
     

Naked as Eve

by Rebecca Mcclanahan
 

Poetry. Rebecca McClanahan is the author of three previous collections of poetry, including The Intersection of X and Y. Her poems, stories, and essays have appeared in such magazines as Poetry, Georgia Review, Gettysburg Review, and Kenyon Review, and her work was included in The Best American Poetry 1998. Among her awards are a Pushcart Prize, the Wood Prize

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Poetry. Rebecca McClanahan is the author of three previous collections of poetry, including The Intersection of X and Y. Her poems, stories, and essays have appeared in such magazines as Poetry, Georgia Review, Gettysburg Review, and Kenyon Review, and her work was included in The Best American Poetry 1998. Among her awards are a Pushcart Prize, the Wood Prize from Poetry, and the Carter Prize from Shenandoah. These resourceful poems beckon us with their music, subtle wit, and insight into human foibles and desire. The portraits of family and marriage, and her canny meditations on language and the natural world, insinuate themselves in memory and won't let go -- Colette Inez.

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Rebecca McClanahan is a seasoned writer whose poetry stories, and essays clearly establish her as one of the truly gifted. Naked As Eve is her latest collection of poems and represent her mastery for word imagery and ability to connect directly, intimately, and movingly with the reader. There Are Days: There are days when nothing/especially goes right but nothing/wrong, and you find yourself/writing to your sister-in-law/to thank her for the lemon cake/she baked that time, and for loving/your brother all these years./Three, maybe four times that day/you praise whoever is responsible/for letting you pee so easily,/without pain, without the tubes/and bags your uncle rolled on a cart/beside him that last year./You dig/in the garden until sweat pearls/your lip and you taste the salt/you have made, remembering the poem/a small girl wrote after her father was shot:/I love myself because I am not dead./In bed that night you spread your toes./The furnace of your brain warms/the pillow, the heart's engine ticks,/and the lungs, those meaty wings,/flutter and empty, flutter/and empty, lifting you into sleep.

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ISBN-13:
9780914278788
Publisher:
Copper Beech Press
Publication date:
01/01/2000
Pages:
63

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