Linda Gregerson

(August 5, 1950 / Illinois)

Linda Gregerson Poems

1. An Arbor 7/6/2018
2. Ex Machina 7/6/2018
3. Eyes Like Leeks 7/6/2018
4. Getting and Spending 7/6/2018
5. Like New 7/6/2018
6. Maudlin; Or, The Magdalen's Tears 7/6/2018
7. Noah's Wife 7/6/2018
8. Pajama Quotient 7/6/2018
9. Saints' Logic 7/6/2018
10. The Selvage 7/6/2018
11. Sostenuto 7/6/2018
12. Spring Snow 7/6/2018
13. The Three-Legged Dog at the Heart of Our Home 7/6/2018
14. The Weavers 7/6/2018
15. With Emma at the Ladies-Only Swimming Pond on Hampstead Heath 7/6/2018
16. Bicameral 7/6/2018
17. Narrow Flame 7/6/2018
18. Prodigal 7/6/2018
19. Sleeping Bear 7/6/2018
20. Sweet 7/6/2018
21. The Horses Run Back to Their Stalls 7/6/2018
22. Font 7/6/2018
23. The Weavers 7/6/2018
24. Heliotrope 7/6/2018
25. Slight Tremor 7/6/2018
26. Bicameral 9/14/2011
27. An Arbor 9/14/2011
28. Saint's Logic 9/14/2011
29. With Emma At The Ladies-Only Swimming Pond On Hampstead Heath 9/14/2011
30. Pajama Quotient 9/14/2011
31. The Selvage 9/14/2011
32. Bleedthrough 9/14/2011
33. Father Mercy, Mother Tongue 9/14/2011
34. Noah's Wife 9/14/2011
35. Maudlin; Or, The Magdalen’s Tears 9/14/2011
36. Spring Snow 9/14/2011
37. Eyes Like Leeks 9/14/2011
38. Interior Of The Oude Kerk, Delft, With Open Grave 9/14/2011
39. Sweet 9/14/2011
40. My Father Comes Back From The Grave 9/14/2011

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Ex Machina

When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,

it took three stagehands: two
on the pulleys and one on the flute. And you
thought fancy rained like grace.

Our fog machine lost in the Parcel Post, we improvised
with smoke. The heroine dies of tuberculosis after all.
Remorse and the raw night air: any plausible tenor

might cough. The passions, I take my clues
from an obvious source, may be less like climatic events
than we conventionalize, ...

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Bicameral

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Choose any angle you like, she said,
the world is split in two. On one side, health

and dumb good luck (or money, which can pass
for both), and elsewhere . . . well,

they're eight days from the nearest town,

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