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Taking Leave
Taking Leave
Taking Leave
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Taking Leave

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While exploring the universal themes of love, loss, aging and desire, many of the poems in this volume also speak of the conflict the poet experiences in attempting to reconcile the claims of feminism with traditional Judaism. Add to the mix poetry about a failed marriage, the frustrations of being at once a college instructor and a contingent worker, and the joys of being a mother, these poems reveal, in both lyric and narrative style, the voice of a woman in search of an authentic and celebratory spirit.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateMar 31, 2016
ISBN9781504927642
Taking Leave
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Beverly Fenig-Ducat

Beverly Fenig-Ducat’s poems have appeared in small press journals, online publications, and poetry anthologies. She is an instructor at CUNY, where she has taught writing courses for many years.

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    Taking Leave - Beverly Fenig-Ducat

    Here Where We Celebrate

    The landscape language makes,

    I live in the place

    Where my mind moves

    To poetry,

    And only then does love

    Have the power

    To move me,

    Only then does heart

    Become the art

    I ache for.

    Part 1

    Wanting

    Wanting to be frugal,

    She chooses the brown banana,

    Passes over the ripe one,

    Proud of her thrift, remembering her mother,

    Who drank sour milk, curdled in her coffee,

    The daughter disdainful,

    Her mother a mixture

    Of mildness and anger,

    Who defended the sour

    Swirl in her cup, good enough

    For her, who wasted nothing.

    Once promising herself better,

    The daughter peels the fruit oozing

    And consumes what’s bruised.

    In Praise of Pippi Longstocking

    Almost orphan-free

    As heroines had to be,

    You roamed the world

    Of my imagination

    When I, a shy, red-haired,

    Freckled face

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