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Original Title:	What the Living Do: Poems
ISBN:	0393318869 (ISBN13: 9780393318869)
Edition Language:	English

What the Living Do: Poems Paperback | Pages: 91 pages

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Title	:	What the Living Do: Poems
Author	:	Marie Howe
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 91 pages
Published	:	April 17th 1999 by W. W. Norton (first published 1997)
Categories	:	Poetry. Death

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Informed by the death of a beloved brother, here are the stories of childhood, its thicket of sex and sorrow and joy, boys and girls growing into men and women, stories of a brother who in his dying could teach how to be most alive. What the Living Do reflects "a new form of confessional poetry, one shared to some degree by other women poets such as Sharon Olds and Jane Kenyon. Unlike the earlier confessional poetry of Plath, Lowell, Sexton et al., Howe's writing is not so much a moan or a shriek as a song. It is a genuinely feminine form . . . a poetry of intimacy, witness, honesty, and relation" (Boston Globe).

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I first read this book in high school, and found it serendipitously on the remainder table at Odyssey Books yesterday. A fine book of poetry that makes me feel. Favorite poems: The Attic, Practicing, Beth, The Girl, The Copper Beach, A Certain Light. Key themes in this collection of poetry: her father's sexual abuse of her, her family dynamics, her brother's death by AIDS. This could be written as a warning, but it is not - I cannot imagine that someone would not enjoy this book, and feel

Poems of unsayable grief and the study of the minutes and breaths surrounding a death. The doing that is left and the getting on. It is bleak reading with enough truth and generosity to redress the hurt. .........The GateI had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made. He was a little taller than me: a young man but grown, himself by then, done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet, rinsed every glass he would ever

I just read Howe's latest book, Magdalene, where it slowly dawned on me that her endings are not of the standard "wow-'em-with-a-twist-or-sudden-truth" variety ordinarily associated with successful poetry, but of the sotto voce type. Soft-spoken. Simply there. To the point where the reader is leaning in a bit, as if to better understand its softness.Anyone I mentioned Marie Howe to mentioned back this earlier book, one that has "Living" in the title but chronicles the death of her brother to the

Beautiful. Honest. Heartbreaking. Had to savor these slowly.

This book made me cry buckets when I read it circa the year 2000. Recently, I got it from the library and read it again. It still makes me cry, but fewer buckets now. Maybe just one bucket.I don't like most poetry. I like many of these.

I read this book of poems in the Elliot Bay Book Store and it stayed in mind for months until finally, I returned to that same store and bought it. The poems are melancholy and plain. Just tiny stories about life with people who are dead or dying and I find them very pure and worth remembering. They should put poems like THESE on Metro buses. Now that would change the world.

I took my boys to the public pool yesterday and finished WHAT THE LIVING DO, BY MARIE HOWE. I need to write a poem entitled "crying at the public pool". This is a gorgeous collection as a whole. It goes to the darkest places that grief and aloneness take the human heart and still comes up for breath, reaches for the light. I highly recommend it. Go out and buy it today. #twilareads2017WHAT THE LIVING DOJohnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.And