Debora Greger is an award-winning American poet as well as a visual artist.
She was raised in Richland, Washington. She attended the University of Washington and then the Iowa Writers' Workshop. She then went on to hold fellowships at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown and at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. She is a professor of English and creative writing at the University of Florida.
Her poetry has been included in six volumes of The Best American Poetry and she has exhibited her artwork at several galleries and museums across the country. She also has a poem on Poetry 180 in number 42. Her work appeared in Paris Review, The Nation, Poetry, and The New Criterion.
She lives in Gainesville, Florida and Cambridge, England with her life-partner, the poet and critic, William Logan.
limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250
Point Dume was the point,
he said, but we never came close,
What is sky but water, more water,
crossed by eight bridges?
Is the ancient poet in a rush to reach land?
And in that city the houses of the dead
are left empty, if the dead are famous enough;
by day the living pay to see if dust is all
Someone had propped a skateboard
by the door of the classroom,
to make quick his escape, come the bell.