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130<br />
Gwendolyn Brooks<br />
of the aborted children, “contracted” also implies a “shudder”—or to<br />
shrink. In the sense of compact or an obligation, as in to contract a<br />
debt, the word offers a further shade of meaning. The image of the<br />
woman holding empty air to her breasts emphasizes the theme of<br />
insufficiency and “not-having”: “I have eased / My dim dears at the<br />
breasts they could never suck” (12–13). There is a hint of a rationale<br />
for the abortion in “breasts they could never suck.” Of course, there<br />
were no children born so there were no nursing babies, but the woman<br />
may also be aware that she would not have been able to be a source of<br />
sustenance. The guilty, importunate, emotionally intense plea for absolution<br />
is abruptly halted with a flat, matter-of-fact observation: “Since<br />
anyhow you are dead” (24)—the sobering, inescapable truth, expressed<br />
more graphically in the harrowing closing lines of Anne Sexton’s later<br />
poem, “The Abortion” (1962): “Yes, woman, such logic will lead / to<br />
loss without death. Or say what you meant, / you coward . . . this baby<br />
that I bleed” (Sexton 20).<br />
The mother’s closing exhortation—“Believe me, I loved you all.<br />
/ Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you /<br />
All”—is, writes Lillian S. Robinson, “all the more [passionate] for<br />
having no object outside her own emotions” (286). The dramatic repetition<br />
of “all” recalls well-known lines from Eliot’s “The Love Song<br />
of J. Alfred Prufrock”: “ ‘I am Lazarus, come from the dead, / Come<br />
back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” (94–95), a poem having to do<br />
with time, impotence, and isolation. That Brooks’ woman has loved—<br />
however imperfectly, becomes her defining appeal and release. Lois<br />
Spatz, an English Professor, used both Brooks’ and Sexton’s poems<br />
on abortion in a seminar with medical professionals unaccustomed to<br />
thinking about the human significance of literature. The response to<br />
“the mother” was mixed and heated: “I,” writes Spatz,<br />
full of my own white liberal guilt, was willing to sympathize and<br />
blame society for the persona’s problem. But the black doctor<br />
did not sympathize with the feelings in the poem because of<br />
her own anger against the type of ghetto woman the persona<br />
represents. She represented what she considered wallowing in<br />
self-pity; she [the doctor] rejected summarily any person who<br />
would keep having abortions and rationalizing them away<br />
instead of preventing conception and taking her own life in<br />
hand. (681)