Bianca
()
About this ebook
“I thought I forgave you,” Eugenia Leigh tells the specter of her father in Bianca. “Then I took root and became / someone’s mother.” Leigh’s gripping second collection introduces us to a woman managing marriage, motherhood, and mental illness as her childhood abuse resurfaces in the light of “this honeyed life.” Leigh strives to reconcile the disconnect between her past and her present as she confronts the inherited violence mired in the body’s history. As she “choose[s] to be tender to [her] child—a choice / [her] mangled brain makes each day,” memories arise, asking the mother in her to tend, also, to the girl she once was. Thus, we meet her manic alter ego, whose history becomes the gospel of Bianca: “We all called her Bianca. My fever, my havoc, my tilt.” These poems recover and reconsider Leigh’s girlhood and young adulthood with the added context of PTSD and Bipolar Disorder. They document the labyrinth of a woman breaking free from the cycle of abuse, moving from anger to grief, from self-doubt to self-acceptance. Bianca is ultimately the testimony of one woman’s daily recommitment to this life. To living. “I expected to die much younger than I am now,” Leigh writes, in awe of the strangeness of now, of “every quiet and colossal joy.”
Related to Bianca
Related ebooks
I Love Information: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEphemera Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Bread and Circus Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5July Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSuch Color: New and Selected Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAster of Ceremonies: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFlare, Corona Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReturn Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThings I Didn't Do with This Body Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhy I Was Late Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLike We Still Speak Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Undoing Hours Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPhantompains Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dialogues with Rising Tides Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Moon is Almost Full Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5King Me Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Plot Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Floating, Brilliant, Gone Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5To Be Named Something Else Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGraphite Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Thief in the Interior Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wave If You Can See Me: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCome on All You Ghosts Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Spectra Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The 2021 Griffin Poetry Prize Anthology: A Selection of the Shortlist Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReturn Flight Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Stunt Water eBook Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsi built a boat with all the towels in your closet (and will let you drown) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Abacus of Loss: A Memoir in Verse Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Poetry For You
The Things We Don't Talk About Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You Better Be Lightning Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dream Work Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enough Rope: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Road Not Taken and other Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Japanese Death Poems: Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of John Keats (with an Introduction by Robert Bridges) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Collection of Poems by Robert Frost Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEdgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A Verse Narrative Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for Bianca
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Bianca - Eugenia Leigh
I.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
— Anne Sexton
What I Miss Most about Hell
is prayer.
I’d pack a plastic bottle
with vodka, drive
to the crag of my life—
the parking lot of a pancake house—
and scream. I prayed
like everyone I loved was on fire.
The bright, violet blob
I called God
would forgive the atrocities
roared in ethanol
while I’d shake like a dog
demanding answers
from the maker of figs:
why the sycamore fruit
sweetens only when bruised,
the way a fist will
ripen a child.
The First Leaf
I thought I forgave you. Then I took root and became
someone’s mother. This unending dread, ever checking
for his breath. I have never wanted to be less like you
than I do now, daily gauging the venom,
how much of you blights my blood. When my baby wails, I ask
whether I too could beat his body quiet. And when I choose
to be a mother, choose to be tender to my child—a choice
my mangled brain makes each day—my fury surges.
The distance between him alive and him dead
is how well I am. And I think about the woman in the news
who poured water on her sleeping baby’s face. And I
think how for decades, I was grateful you never killed me. How
that was enough to make me think you loved me.
I raged as a child, but never
in the right direction. So when my therapist said
that not killing me yet didn’t mean not killing me ever—
that if I had stayed, I would have died—I had