Friends and Daughters
Hacker, Marilyn
Friends and Daughters The mother, in a flannel dressing-gown, holds her thin, flame-haired daughter on her knees, the Shorter Version of her energies. Here, three girls lark on the muddy...
...Turn your eyes from the friends setting all their volatile precedents: three snapshots, with a date on the back, their names...
...Here, three girls lark on the muddy lawn, her two in shorts, despite the chill of June in Dublin, mine in paisley jeans, a Sixties rip-off, taller, smiling, almost at ease...
...Marilyn Hacker Marilyn Hacker...
...Turn your eyes from the children, heated to flames in spring-sap brandy, uprushing to be grown, and evanescent rainlight, they are gone into air, liquid, fire...
...Here is the mother, reading, at noon, alone...
Vol. 130 • June 2003 • No. 12
