Sweeping Beauty : Contemporary Women Poets Do Housework

Thankless, mundane, and "never done," housework continues to be seen as women's work, and contemporary women poets are still writing the domestic experience - sometimes resenting its futility and lack of social rewards, sometimes celebrating its sensory delights and immediate gratification, sometimes cherishing the undeniable link it provides to their mothers and grandmothers.

In Sweeping Beauty, a number of these poets illustrate how housekeeping's repetitive motions can free the imagination and release the housekeeper's muse.

For many, housekeeping provides the key to a state of mind approaching meditation, a state of mind also conducive to making poems.

The more than eighty contributors to Sweeping Beauty embrace this state and confirm that women are pioneers and inventors as well as life-givers and nurturers. "My fingers are forks, my tongue is a rose...I turn silver spoons into rabbit stew/make quinces my thorny upholstery...how else could the side of beef walk/with the sea urchin roe?" sings the cook in Natasha Saje's ode to kitchen alchemy. "I love the notion that we can take our most poisonous angers, our most despairing or humiliated or stalemated moments, and make something good of them - something tensile and enduring," says Leslie Ullman.

Whether we are fully present in our tasks or "gone in the motion" of performing them, whether our stove tops are home to "stewpots of discontent" or grandmother's favorite jam, something is always cooking.