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In The Second Child, Garrison explores every facet of motherhood–the ambivalence, the trepidation, and the joy (“Sharp bliss in proximity to the roundness, / The globe already set aspin, particular / Of a whole new life”)– and comes to terms with the seismic shift in her outlook and in the world around her. She lays out her post-9/11 fears as she commutes daily to the city, continues to seek passion in her marriage, and wrestles with her feelings about faith and the mysterious gift of happiness.
Sometimes sensual, sometimes succinct, always candid, The Second Child is a meditation on the extraordinariness resident in the everyday–nursing babies, missing the past, knowing when to lead a child and knowing when to let go. With a voice sound and wise, Garrison examines a life fully lived.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781588367273 |
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Publisher: | Random House Publishing Group |
Publication date: | 04/01/2008 |
Sold by: | Random House |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 96 |
File size: | 219 KB |
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On New Terms
I’d like to begin again. Not touch my own face, not tremble in the dark before an intruder who never arrives. Not apologize. Not scurry, not pace. Not refuse to keep notes of what meant the most. Not skirt my father’s ghost. Not abandon piano, or a book before the end. Not count, count, count and wait, poised—the control, the agony controlled—for the loss of the one, having borne, I can’t be, won’t breathe without: the foregone conclusion, the pain not yet met, the preemptive mourning without which nothing left of me but smoke.
Goodbye, New York (song from the wrong side of the Hudson)
You were the big fat city we called hometown You were the lyrics I sang but never wrote down
You were the lively graves by the highway in Queens the bodega where I bought black beans
stacks of the Times we never read nights we never went to bed
the radio jazz, the doughnut cart the dogs off their leashes in Tompkins Square Park
You were the tiny brass mailbox key the joy of “us” and the sorrow of “me”
You were the balcony bar in Grand Central Station the blunt commuters and their destination
the post-wedding blintzes at 4 a.m. and the pregnant waitress we never saw again
You were the pickles, you were the jar You were the prizefight we watched in a bar
the sloppy kiss in the basement at Nell’s the occasional truth that the fortune cookie tells
Sinatra still swinging at Radio City You were ugly and gorgeous but never pretty
always the question, never the answer the difficult poet, the aging dancer
the call I made from a corner phone to a friend in need, who wasn’t at home
the fireworks we watched from a tenement roof the brash allegations and the lack of any proof
my skyline, my byline, my buzzer and door now you’re the dream we lived before
Not Pleasant but True
This afternoon when the bus turned hard by the graveyard,
the stones sugared with snow, I wanted to go there, underground.
You’re thirteen weeks old. Cold shock, as never wished before:
to die and be buried, close under the packed earth,
safe for an eternal instant from my constant, fevered fear that
you’d die. Relief warming my veins,
and you relieved forever of my looming, teary watch.
Someone take from me this crazed love,
such battering care I lost my mind—
I was going to leave you without a mother!
Play Your Hand
A joy so full it won’t fit in a body. Like sound packed in a trumpet’s bell, its glossy exit retains that shape, printing
its curve in reverse on the ear. A musical house, with more children than you planned for, a smallest hand, and fingers
of that hand closing on one of yours, making a handle, pulling the lever gaily down, ringing in the first
jackpot of many, with coins and cries, heavenly noise, a crashing pile of minor riches—
And if the worst thing imaginable were to happen where does the happiness go?
The melody flown (where?), you think you wouldn’t live one more day. But you would.
Days don’t stop. You toss your glove at the moon, you don’t know what may come down.
Table of Contents
1
On New Terms 3
Goodbye, New York 4
Not Pleasant but True 6
Play Your Hand 8
Both Square and Round 10
A Short Skirt on Broadway 12
The Past Is Still There 15
How Many 16
Bedtime Story 18
I Saw You Walking 22
2
The Second Child 27
"Mother, may I inherit your grace" 29
A Drink in the Night 31
Poem About an Owl 33
A Human Calculation 35
Sestina for the Working Mother 36
To the Man in a Loden Coat 38
Either Way, No Way 40
Pink and White 43
September Poem 44
3
Birth Day Pun 49
Unbidden Sonnet with Evergreen 52
Song After Everyone's Asleep 53
A Midnight Bris 54
The Necklace 57
Into the Lincoln Tunnel 59
Dad, You Returned to Me Again 61
A Joke 63
Add One 65
Cascade 67
Someday We Will Have to Drop the Objects to Which Our Hands Now Cling 70
A Piece of Paper 72
Above the Roar 75
Acknowledgments 79