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Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Doing Time
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
An important challenge for poets in each generation is to renew verse forms inherited from the past. Here Portland’s Betsy Sholl, departing from her characteristic free verse, updates the villanelle with an entirely new subject matter.
Doing Time by Betsy Sholl
They call me Babe and make a kissing noise from inside their bars and inside their rage. Most of them are men, though they act like boyswho’ve played too hard and broken all their toys. Now they’re trying to break their metal cage. They yell out Babe, make that loud kissing noiseas if their catcalls mean they have a voice routines and bells can’t break. “It’s just a phase,” their parents must have said when they were boys.Don’t ask what they’re in for; let them enjoy their small audience, their short time on stage: “Hey, Babe, how about”--then that kissing noise.In class they want to rhyme, their way to destroy all evidence of anguish on the page. They can’t bear to remember being boys.Some study law, some use another ploy, daydreaming they’ll do time, but never age. “Hey, Babe,” means “kiss off” to that cellblock noise, to broken men, in here since they were boys.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2009 Betsy Sholl. Reprinted from Rough Cradle, Alice James Books, 2009, by permission of Betsy Sholl. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to Gibson Fay-LeBlanc, Special Consultant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or 207-228-8263. Take Heart: Poems from Maine, an anthology collecting the first two years of this column, is now available from Down East Books.