Deborah Ager Poems
- Morning We are what we repeatedly ...
- Night: San Francisco Rain drenches the patio stones. All ...
- The Lake The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a ...
- Santa Fe In Winter The city is closing for the night. ...
- Alone Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. ...
- The Space Coast Florida An Airedale rolling through green...
- Night In Iowa
Deborah Ager is an American poet.
Ager founded the poetry magazine known as 32 poems or 32 Poems Magazine in 2003 with the poet John Poch. She was educated at the University of Maryland (B.A.) and the University of Florida (M.F.A.).
Her writing has appeared in New England Review, The Georgia Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Los Angeles Review, Barn Owl, North American Review, and Best New Poets 2006. She has received fellowships and/or scholarships from the MacDowell Colony, the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, the Atlantic Center for the Arts, the Mid Atlantic Arts Foundation. She was a Walter E. Dakin fellow at the Sewanee Writers' Conference as... more »
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We are what we repeatedly do.
You know how it is waking
from a dream certain you can fly
and that someone, long gone, returned
and you are filled with longing,
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing
or to see the loved one and feel
everything. Perhaps one morning,
taking brush to hair you'll wonder
how much of your life you've spent
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness
to ready for work. Day begins
with other people's needs first
and your thoughts disperse ...