Eve's Red Dress
Poems by Diane Lockward

  Eve's Red Dress

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    Prism Quarterly

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    Valparaiso Poetry Review
    PIF Magazine  


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"Cognizant of loss but always celebratory, Lockward's poems are irreverent, ravenous for the world, and unabashedly female. When, in 'Losing the Blues,' she writes, 'I could burn / the hands off a man,' you have no doubt that she is singing a true song."
                      --Kim Addonizio

"Diane Lockward’s poems are both naughty and nice. The floodgate opens with the first word of each, and an elemental, sexy, womanly energy rushes forth. That’s the naughty part. Here are lyrics and narrative poems that cry out against our (mis)conceptions, poems charged by the freedoms, fires and temptations they celebrate. Don’t underestimate womankind, Lockward seems to be saying, and don’t underestimate the power and clarity, the sheer dramatic precision of this work. 'Lascivious, licentious, libidinous,' the poet says about the 'delicious' words she savors, and because they are and she does, we come to the nice part—the pay-off that scintillates and lingers in the mind of the reader."
                       --Gray Jacobik

"In poem after poem, Diane Lockward brings to bear great shrewdness and great feeling. Always refusing the easy exit, she takes the full, surprising measure of every situation. Her work, even as it tackles the impure world of human conduct, is a pure delight. She revels in the powers of language and this book is one in which all readers can revel."
                      --Baron Wormser


From Eve's Red Dress
The Missing Wife
             Wife and dog missing.
               Reward for the dog.
—bumper sticker on a pickup truck
The wife and the dog planned their escape
months in advance, laid up biscuits and bones,
waited for the careless moment when he’d forget
to latch the gate, then hightailed it.

They took shelter in the forest, camouflaged
the scent of their trail with leaves.
Free of him at last,
they peed with relief on a tree.

Time passed. They came and went as they pleased,
chased sticks when they felt like chasing sticks,
dug holes in what they came to regard
as their own backyard. They unlearned
how to roll over and play dead.

In spring the dog wandered off in pursuit
of a rabbit. Collared by a hunter and returned
to the master for $25, he lives
on a tight leash now. He sleeps
on the wife’s side of the bed,
whimpering, pressing his snout
into her pillow, breathing the scent
of her hair.

And the wife? She’s moved deep into the heart
of the forest. She walks
on all fours, fetches for no man, performs
no tricks. She is content. Only sometimes
she gets lonely, remembers how he would nuzzle
her cheek and comfort her when she twitched
and thrashed in her sleep.