JULY/AUGUST 2009
Life After Rugby
A brave dog will teach you to swim
and Jim will fix your furnace.
Song will wake the spiders
you have hidden in your sleep.
Your arms, lovers, long at the wrist
will wrestle with a hubcap.
Change dropped from another’s suit
will glisten if you keep it.
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This is a lucid poetry with restrained use of words to depict a lot. Masterful.
— posted 08/06/2009 at 07:55 by Kushal Poddar
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Nostalgic and beautifully descriptive images in carefully chosen words. Each stanza could stand alone, but flows to the next to create contrasts in imagery that allow for various interpretations.
— posted 08/31/2009 at 14:28 by Nora Jehle
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None
Sometimes crap is just crap
— posted 09/25/2009 at 13:47 by peter h
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'Your arms, lovers, long at the wrist': I'm Swooning Over Here
What gorgeous pacing! The closed couplets and insistent rhythm undercut the hopefulness that inheres in the future tense. Gorgeous.
— posted 10/03/2009 at 05:46 by Alex Quinlan
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BS
Gorgeous? Masterful? Please! Do you honestly think people will be reading this poem 25 years from now? This is the kind of vacuous nonsense that gives poets and poetry a bad name.
— posted 11/15/2009 at 15:13 by KM
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Not in my world
But Jim has not yet fixed my furnace, and I've broken both my wrists trying to subdue hubcaps. How I envy Eileen who finds money glistening on the street. "Glistening" is a word that just shines through this crappy poem.
— posted 04/30/2010 at 05:38 by Cynthia Moon
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About the Author
Eileen G’Sell teaches at Ellis University and Washington University in St. Louis. Recent and forthcoming work can be found in Conduit, Ninth Letter, and American Poetry Journal.
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