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You Drive Me Crazy

Anna Akhmatova, “I Wrung My Hands…,” from
Poems of Akhmatova
, translated by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1973). Copyright 1967, 1968, 1972, 1973 by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz. Reprinted with the permission of Stanley Kunitz.

Margaret Atwood, “Habitation,” from
Selected Poems 1965–1975.
Copyright 1976 by Margaret Atwood. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company and Oxford University Press Canada. All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2005 by Mary Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Vélez

All rights reserved.

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Cover design by Janet Perr

Book design and text composition by Ellen Gleeson

Contents

Introduction

Ecstasy

Stability

Monotony

Uncertainty

Misery

Clarity

Biographies of Contributors

Acknowledgments

About the Editors

ACCLAIM FOR PREVIOUS ANTHOLOGIES

THE HELL WITH LOVE

“A wonderful and wise collection, a worthwhile read for the heartbroken and the happily-in-love alike.”

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“The greatest anthology of poetry I have ever read…It reminds me why I fell in love with poetry in the first place.”

—A
NDREW
C
ARROLL
, director,

The American Poetry & Literacy Project

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—M
ATTHEW
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LAM
, author of
Sam the Cat

“Expertly selected…an invaluable companion to the lovelorn of all ages.”

—L
UCINDA
R
OSENFELD
, author of
What She Saw

KISS OFF

“Sassy.”

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—Greene County Independent

“Remarkable…rich commentary and perfect selections…A marvelous inspiration appropriate for anytime,
KISS OFF
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“A blissful book. Poetry's latest angles and wry ancient vision are present in strength to champion us, to companion us, and to tell us things we didn't know we were longing to hear.”


M
ARINE
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ONSOT
,

National Book Critics Circle award winner for poetry

“An extraordinary collection…This book is girl-talk at its best, a rollicking, comforting combination of insight and laughter. There's a poem to match every emotion we feel but have trouble articulating.”


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Also by Mary D. Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Vélez

The Hell with Love

Kiss Off

For our three sons:

Stephen, Nicholas, and Luke

Introduction

W
hether you've been in a relationship for ten years or ten weeks, you know how crazy love can make you. On any given day you're insanely happy, maniacally miserable, kooky with contentment, or bonkers with boredom—and that's in a good relationship. Why do you think we call it being “madly” in love? You have to be a little nuts to commit yourself, body and soul, to one other person—one wonderful, goofy, fallible person—in the hope that happily-ever-after really does exist.

And yet we can't help ourselves. We throw ourselves into love time and again, even though we know real-life love is no fairy tale. We trade in our sexy glass slippers for soccer-mom sneakers, or pretend we didn't hear (or smell) that gastric emission Prince Charming made in his sleep. We stress out and make up and do it all over again—and why? Because nothing makes us feel more alive than the exhilaration and exasperation of everyday love.

This book is for everyone who knows that real love comes with romantic bliss
and
dirty socks, with seductive banter
and
smartass kids. Enough with the Hallmarky my-love-is-a-red-rose kind of love books—sure, real-life love can be sweet, but it's snarky, too. We wanted a book of inspiration and advice based on the notion that real love can be simple and sappy one day, chaotic and complex the next. So we put together this collection of beautiful, funny, feisty poems, designed to guide you through lov e's rapture
and
rancor, from ecstasy to misery (and back again).

Yes, we know you can turn to your best friends (always a must), or your mothers (God help you), or the latest self-help guru for advice on how to deal with the ins and outs of your relationship—but friends can be biased, mothers need no further comment, and self-help trends come and go.

Here's what you can find in poetry that you won't get anywhere else: the wisdom and perspective of the world's most brilliant, heartbreaking, and hilarious observers of the human condition. We're talking advice that spans centuries and continents, from writers who know how to articulate what you may feel but don't know how to express. Poets don't bark out commands or tell you how to think—you take in their words and laugh, or cry, or have one of those moments when you say, “Yes! That's exactly what I'm going through and here's what I need to do about it!”

Imagine being able to pick up the phone and tell Dorothy Parker about the fight you just had with your partner—she'd give you an earful to consider and would have you giggling uncontrollably at the same time. Or picture hanging out at a neighborhood joint, discussing your love life with William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and Pablo Neruda—you'd get advice every bit as raunchy and contemporary as anything Carrie, Samantha, or Miranda could dish out, but with ten times the range and depth.

That's the kind of guidance we hope to give you with
You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life.
We've collected our favorite poems about love and organized them around the different stages people seem to experience in long-term relationships: ecstasy (when love rocks), stability (when love rolls), monotony (when love lulls), uncertainty (when love keeps you guessing), misery (when love stinks), and clarity (when love shines). And just to make sure you feel you “get” the poems, we've introduced each section with light commentary from us—nothing too English-teachery, just a few ever-so-smart observations to help put the poems in context.

Of course we don't believe that everyone experiences each of these stages at all, let alone in some linear order—some people hang out in ecstasy for sixty years (the buggers), while others seem caught in a perpetual cycle of monotony to uncertainty and back again. We simply wanted to be sure we covered the real-life part of real love—that “you drive me crazy, don't ever stop” kind of passion
and
that “you drive me crazy, please fall off the face of the earth” kind of frustration that fuel most of the relationships we've seen. Depending on how you feel, we wanted you to be able to find the section that fits your mood, and to find the poem that speaks to you. And the poems in this book speak to everyone, whether you're male, female, gay, straight, young, or old.

Let the humor, beauty, and wisdom of poetry remind you that yes, love will drive you crazy, sometimes lifting you up to ecstasy only to drop you down in misery later, letting you bump along in monotony or uncertainty along the way. Love is unpredictable and maddening and miraculous all at once, and despite the hell of it, we wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would Emily Dickinson, who says that if we dare to love, we can find ourselves in heaven on earth—we just have to put up with a little emotional zigzagging along the way. Love, she says,

—invites—appalls—endows—Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves—Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants—Then—flings in Paradise—

Ecstasy

W
HEN
L
OVE
R
OCKS

A
h, the ecstasy of love. Who wants to settle for anything less? From the first second of our first major crush, ecstasy is what we hope for and dream of, that on-top-of-the-world, giddy, whirly, zing-zangy kaboom of a feeling that squeezes your heart and blows your mind and leaves you wanting to shout to the world, I AM SO IN LOVE SO IN LOVE SO CRAZY COMPLETELY IN LOVE!

Or something like that.

Truth is, real ecstasy leaves us so overwhelmingly happy we're usually rendered speechless. We want to express our wild, hungry joy, especially to the person we love, but “I love you” seems so serious and standard, and beyond that, what's left? “You rock”? “Oh, baby”? “Gee, I think we're really compatible”? Ecstasy feels so HUGE, and words can seem so small.

That's why we filled this chapter with the most gorgeous, passion-packed love poems we could find, to help you articulate the ecstasy you feel. Recite one of these next anniversary, or slip a copy into a Valentine's Day card, and you'll melt the heart of your beloved.

Or read these poems by yourself when you just want to feel all warm and sappy about the great love of your life. These are poems to indulge in, like hot-fudge sundaes or bubble baths or full-body massages. Because—don't kid yourself—ecstasy comes and goes in a long-term love relationship (good luck feeling blissful about the holey underwear! the ESPN addiction! the secret porn stash!). You've got to relish the passion while you've got it. And even if you have one of those moments, days, or months when you fear the romance has drained from your relationship, stop and read an Ecstasy poem. Let yourself remember how it felt—how it could still feel—to be intimately, achingly in love with your partner.

The first four poems in Ecstasy describe that breathless, unspoken (because we don't quite know how to say it, and sometimes we're scared to) longing to be part of the very fiber and soul of your lover. The speaker in James Laughlin's “I Want to Breathe” utters one long, run-on whisper of desire, so quiet but so potent you can almost feel him nuzzling the skin and inhaling the fragrance of his lover, willing their hearts to beat in unison. He wants to be completely connected, physically and emotionally, as does the speaker in Pablo Neruda's Sonnet XVII, who tells his lover he wants to be “so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,/so close that your eyes close with my dreams.” The couple in Sharon Olds's “Sunday Night in the City” shares that same interlaced serenity; “Arms linked like skaters,” they lie in bed together, hair ruffled, “long legs crossed like folded/wings.”

This is ecstasy at its most seriously romantic—when the two of you exist in your own little world, when you're overcome by that heart-tugging need for intimacy. The lovers in these poems are bound together not so much by sex (even though they're physically tangled together) as by their deep, consuming care for each other. The speaker in Margaret Atwood's “Variation on the Word
Sleep
,” for example, wants to protect and nurture her lover even as he sleeps, even in his dreams. She speaks almost reverentially of wanting to hold him—his being, not his body—“carefully, a flame/in two cupped hands.” When we're deep into the ecstasy of love, no closeness is close enough; we can't bear to think that our partner could survive without us. Like the speaker in the Atwood poem, we want to be the very air that our lover breathes—we want to be “that unnoticed/& that necessary.”

On the one hand, the desire for that kind of closeness is perfectly understandable and probably inevitable when you're in ecstasy. You're in a love stupor, utterly intoxicated by the sight, scent, and touch of your partner. On the other hand…yikes! Ecstasy can leave you teetering on the edge of neediness and insecurity. Too much of that heavy-duty “we're the only two people in the world” business can suffocate even the most glorious romance. (Think Heathcliff and Cathy.) Who needs all the melancholy drama when you're supposed to be wildly happy? As much as you want to be one with your lover in ecstasy, eventually you need to develop a little healthy awareness that you two are indeed separate—wild about each other, sure, but separate—individuals who live in a great, big, wide world.

Perhaps that's why we so love the E. E. Cummings poem “i carry your heart with me”—it's fabulously romantic but shout-out-loud exuberant and playful at the same time. The speaker in this poem doesn't quietly yearn to be closer—he trumpets his joy at being close enough. He confidently declares, “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in/my heart)”—separate hearts, carried together. He opens up his world to include not just his lover but also the sun and the stars and “the sky of the sky of a tree called life.”

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