Edison in Love

By Robin Ekiss b. 1969 Robin Ekiss
Thomas Edison loved a doll   
with a tiny phonograph inside   
because he made her speak.   

Is there any other reason   
to love a woman? Did she say   
the ghost of my conception

or something equally demure?   
It’s hard to be sure how he feels   
when he holds me, I fall apart.   

I’m projecting here. He didn’t feel   
her first transgression   
was in having no expression.   

René Descartes, too, traveled alone   
with a doll-in-a-box   
he called his daughter. Francine,

Francine... is it better to be silent   
and wait for everything   
we were promised?   

Or should we love them back,   
the way a train loves its destination,   
as if we have the machinery necessary for it?   

Source: Poetry (October 2005).


This poem originally appeared in the October 2005 issue of Poetry magazine

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October 2005
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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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