Poems (Pitt Poetry Series)
from "You Marry a Man"
You marry a man and you think his blood is red.
Turns out it’s not, it’s purple.
This doesn’t matter, is not why you married him,
but you did—you thought his blood was red.
And he has never read Shakespeare, knows nothing
of the quality of mercy, but he reminds you every
day that you are not Shakespeare.
You know you’re not Shakespeare, Eleanor, he says.
Praise For Earnest, Earnest?: Poems (Pitt Poetry Series)…
“‘Please forgive the public nature of this postcard’ writes Eleanor Boudreau, spilling tea on love and its reckless participants. It’s a wet business, like dry cleaning. It’s a combination of two very elements held together in suspension, like smoke (or rubber?). And it is the thriving pulse of these desultory postcards from the edge of an affair’s landscape of exile and afterhood. What a witty, glorious, and bittersweet book. I am here for all of it.”—D.A. Powell
“Eleanor Boudreau's Earnest, Earnest? is made of the explosions and murmurings of an inner voice as a human mind tries to figure out intimacy, the edges of entities, the actualities of the world and of memory and, maybe especially, tone . . . is Earnest real, and is he actually earnest? We could ask ourselves about everything, forever. This is exactly the right question, I think.”—Sarah Vap
University of Pittsburgh Press, 9780822966302, 62pp.
Publication Date: September 8, 2020