Academic journal article The Hudson Review

A Song for Eleanor

Academic journal article The Hudson Review

A Song for Eleanor

Article excerpt

You ate their resentment.

You drank their dislike.

They called you Jew-lover,

And they called you a dyke,

A disgrace to your sex,

A traitor to your class.

They made fun of your face.

They made fun of your ass.

But, Eleanor, Eleanor, you were a beautiful woman.

An awkward girl

With unfortunate teeth,

Your heart in your throat

And your hair in a wreath,

A debutante martyr

Who would know the knife

Of the backward glance

At the President's wife.

But, Eleanor, Eleanor, you were a beautiful woman.

I can see the moment

When you held your breath,

When you saw your situation

And foresaw your death,

And that there ain't no loss

And there ain't no gain.

All that counts

Is the relief of pain. …

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