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    Joy
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    Joy

    By Joy Esterberg

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    Unlike its eponymous, ironic, title, the characteristic 20th century preoccupation with discovering meaning seems to be at the thematic heart of this book. The possibility of love as a candidate returns again and again. The work is often cerebral seeming to exist in a world of thought only, which makes incursions into the sensual the more striking.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateFeb 22, 2005
    ISBN9781465332301
    Joy
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    Joy Esterberg

    The author lives and works in New York City and Trenton Maine.

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      Joy - Joy Esterberg

      Copyright © 2004 by Joy Esterberg.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any

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      from the copyright owner.

      This book was printed in the United States of America.

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      Contents

      Epicurian

      Tonight

      May

      Cross Bronx Expressway

      Origins

      Spring

      A Change

      Late Day

      Sunday

      Babies in Day Care

      Baby Sounds

      Envy

      February

      The Playground

      Someone

      Else’s Husband

      Meltdown

      Childhood

      Dark Days

      Policy

      Godot’s Finally Arrived

      Silence

      Fantasy

      The Old Story

      Reflection

      The Gentle Boy

      19th and 3rd

      The Shock of Byron

      Hyacinth

      Comprehension

      Heroes

      Simple

      Age Again

      The Bit

      Eve

      Dissatisfaction

      Vignette

      Elegy for Lisa Harper

      Cosmic Dream

      Bite

      Limbo

      Waking

      Again

      On the Train to Wilmington

      Moment of Truth

      Wafting

      Sonnet for Ananse

      Rap Surreal

      Things

      Bermuda

      For Karen on Her

      50th Birthday

      From the LIRR

      Desire

      My Friend:

      In Someone Else’s Voice

      Fear of Heights

      Words Unsaid

      Another Death:

      Elegy for a Stranger

      To Mother on the

      Day of Hale’s Death

      Coincidences

      Kissing Comes Later

      Taking Pictures

      Taking the Long View

      The Flag

      Ambiguity

      Audiences

      Short and Sweet

      An Elegy of Sorts

      Helplessness

      Sans Souci

      Frieda in the

      Nursing Home

      Whining

      Silence II

      Update

      A Surprise Visit

      Smart

      No Longer Sweet

      How I Eat

      The One Not Read To

      Alone

      History

      The Way Flags Wave

      Patti

      Wild Bird: For Nan

      A Short Form

      Love

      Inside

      Confession

      Alone II

      A Man’s Tears

      To Pamsie:

      Herded in the Dark #1

      Herded in the Dark #2

      Done

      Un strand

      It, Always It

      Waiting

      Woman’s Work

      Longing

      Your Voice

      Frigid

      You

      Breasts

      In Praise of

      Travelers Who Write

      Jealousy

      In the House at Night

      Your Touch

      Self

      Signs

      Mother II

      The Lungfish

      Missing

      Companion

      Caught Again

      Inspiration

      Bridge Hill

      Candle High

      Candle Low

      Thunder

      About the Author

      Epicurian

      1958

      Fling away the follyjyouth

      Cried out the ancient serf

      And vainly sought he to remove

      Me from my_youthful berth.

      Cast away the cares of lust

      Rang out the servant’s call

      And passionless he tried to steal

      What in one’s youth is all.

      Rush away from reckless lies

      Sang out my mentor’s voice

      And warned that I twixt_youth and age

      Must make a careful choice.

      Shy away from sin and guilt

      Advised the burnished sage

      And he attempted to dissuade

      Me from my youth to age.

      Arrogant with youth was I,

      Demanding that it last

      But

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