‘I am the rod to their lightning.’

In the December 2012 issue of Poetry Magazine, Mary Karr takes a crack at writing a poem in the voice of Our Lady.


  1. Other than the broken daughter of Eve line…


  2. Mary Karr is the cobra to my mongoose. Or, maybe I’m the cobra to her mongoose.

    Thanks Angelico.

  3. Hmm: “Poor broken child of   Eve myself,…”
    I rather like the line; it probably does not even require a reverent exposition, as when Thomas cuts Augustine some slack for sometimes overstating his case, making allowance as he does for the polemical nature of Dr Grace’s discourse.
    On its own: the crush of sorrow breaks all but the callous, and breaks none more than her.

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