Preface

By Robin Ekiss b. 1969 Robin Ekiss
I was raised in the company of dolls.

My mother, the miniaturist,
made pies the size of thumbnails.

My father, the shadowboxer,
talked only to the dark.

No one here remembers
the love of a chair for its ottoman
or the privacy of a shut door.

Windows grieve in their sashes.
They burn with interior light,
like blood oranges.

Imagine: a dollhouse in every room—

in every room, another room,
in every girl, another girl

looking out a tiny window,
her face repeated on the glass.

As two who could not pretend
to love each other,
we stared through grief.

Pupil, poupée, little doll
orphaned by the iris of my eye:
what did you see, what did you see

but that other girl in me,

the door to whose post was nailed
the smallest coffin,

hiding the name of God inside
like the rust in the mouth.

Robin Ekiss, “Preface” from The Mansion of Happiness. Copyright © 2009 by Robin Ekiss. Reprinted by permission of The University of Georgia Press.

Source: The Mansion of Happiness (University of Georgia Press, 2009)

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Poet Robin Ekiss b. 1969

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Subjects Living, Youth, Relationships, Home Life

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Robin Ekiss is the author of the poetry collection The Mansion of Happiness (2009). A resident of San Francisco, she received a 2007 Rona Jaffe Foundation Award for Emerging Women Writers and a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in Creative Writing from Stanford University. Her poems have been published in the American Poetry Review, Atlantic Monthly, VQR, TriQuarterly, and Best New Poets 2007 from Samovar Press.
 
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SUBJECT Living, Youth, Relationships, Home Life

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

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