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Reviews for Sending Bette Davis to the Plumber
by Betsy Sholl
In poems of fine clarity and craft, Jenny Doughty explores both personal and mythic history...Among the fruit of Doughty's wide travels, both within and without, are a sharp-eyed wisdom and rich emotional subtlety, and her poems exploring life events--a child's birth, a beloved's death--achieve and profound and moving beauty.
Sample from Sending Bette Davis to the Plumber
Mother of Empires
Young children at a British mother's knee
learn how to make a British cup of tea
and practice till they make it perfectly,
for it takes time to teach the children well
the art that brings the kettle to full boil
and measures tealeaves, warms the pot then fills
it to the brim until it’s liquid gold.
Such simple amber joys are never sold
in Maine cafes where they prefer the old
cup o’ joe, topped off with half and half,
the cappuccino, latte, or they quaff
espresso, or its bastard child, decaf.
You ask for tea: it’s offered made from herbs,
with water so lukewarm it seems the verb
‘to boil’ escapes them, and I have to curb
my feeling that herb tea is like a frail
insipid cousin in a flowered frock, pale
and neglected, standing near the wall
at parties, one who nobody quite sees.
I love my tannic, British cup of tea,
mother of empires, nectar of the free.
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