"Sufficiency, or The Recompense of Sunshine" is a collection of 64 poems written by award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow over the course of two years during which she underwent treatment for ovarian cancer. Section I, "All Around Me," includes "The Stuff of Life, A Table of Contents," "Umbrella Song" and "Witness of an Optimist in Total Concentration"; Section II is entitled "The Comfort of Queen Cynwid, King Lear's Wife, Deposed, Alone, in a Room on Goneril's Estate"; and Section III, "Deep Inside Me," contains "The Comfort of Losing Track of Time" and "The Discomfort of Fruitcake and...
"Sufficiency, or The Recompense of Sunshine" is a collection of 64 poems written by award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow over the course of two y...
In this collection, award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow remembers life with her younger sister, who was born in 1943 with global developmental delay and died in 1993. Written in 2011-2012, poems include "An Anatomy of Thomas More's Hair Shirt," "My Little Sister in the Amber of Me" and "Perfect Bound."
In this collection, award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow remembers life with her younger sister, who was born in 1943 with global developmental d...
In this volume, award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow speaks in various personas to tell of the lives of three women, two of the nineteenth and one of the twentieth century: Lady Jane Franklin, whose husband John attempted to find the Northwest Passage; Margaret Fuller, American Transcendentalist and the first foreign correspondent for the Herald Tribune under Horace Greeley; and Mary Lee Ware (a Cabot on her mother's side), who oversaw the making, in Dresden, of the famous glass flowers now in the Natural History Museum at Harvard University.
In this volume, award-winning poet Elizabeth Anne Socolow speaks in various personas to tell of the lives of three women, two of the nineteenth and on...
For some years, I loved and lost beta fish, twelve tanks of them, whom I tended and watched, knowing they live not more than five years in captivity. I thereby helped myself to accept my age. As I used the fish to try and get used to departure, waning and weakness, hanging on, and finally the sudden stiffness and pallor that signals life has ended, I felt a connection and gratitude to these small and almost always beautiful beings. I wrote about them, and the writing became more and more testimonial. One of my cousins could not imagine how I could have a pet I could not even touch. But these...
For some years, I loved and lost beta fish, twelve tanks of them, whom I tended and watched, knowing they live not more than five years in captivity. ...
