lunabee34 | Poetry Jam 2020: Carol Ann Duffy

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Our reading selection for this month is Carol Ann Duffy's The World's Wife. Can't wait to see what you all think about this collection.

Here's our upcoming selections:

April: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese

May: Sandra Cisneros' My Wicked Wicked Ways

June: Carl Sandburg Honey and Salt

July: Mascha: The Poems of Mascha Kaléko

August: Shakespeare's sonnets

September: W. D. Snodgrass' Not for Specialists

October: Toi Derricotte's Tender

November: Franny Choi's Soft Science

December: Pablo Neruda's The Heights of Machu Picchu

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stonepicnicking_okapi

I liked Penelope a lot too. I liked the idea of her getting lost in her craft and not waiting for something to happen outside her. And there was a lot of nice phrases to describe the colours of the thread and the things she was sewing. Under normal circumstances my sons' father is gone a lot so I get that getting on with life while someone else is gone kind of world.

I liked Demeter, too. It really drives home a mother's love at reunion.

I liked Anne Hathaway too because I think there were a long line of angry/sarcastic/disgruntled ones and it came at a nice place in the anthology. It was refreshing. But I so wished it were a proper sonnet (or maybe I'm not clever enough to see what she's doing and there is some relation. I mean there's a couplet at the end but they aren't the same length of line). I mean, come on, it's Shakespeare! But no :/

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lunabee34

Have you read Madeline Miller's Circe? I really like the treatment of Penelope in that book. Homer depicts her as just waiting, as if her life has no meaning without Odysseus and as if her whole life is just on standstill, but like you, I really enjoy her having meaning without him. I sense in this poem that she's irritated about his return, too.

I didn't know anything about Anne Hathaway, so that poem was a treat for me, too. Very sweet. I didn't even notice that it was skirting close to a sonnet; meter and form are always the last thing I notice.