Linda Gregerson Poems

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,
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Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.
Tremor along
the elegant, injured right front
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For Karen

I think you must contrive to turn this stone
on your spirit to lightness.
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Linda,
said my mother when the buildings fell,

before, you understand, we knew a thing
about the reasons or the ways
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Emanuel de Witte, 1653 [?]
And you, friend, in a footnote, thanked
for kindly
inspecting the date “under magnification,” who
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It had almost nothing to do with sex.
The boy
in his corset and farthingale, his head-
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A kind of counter-
blossoming, diversionary,

doomed, and like
the needle with its drop
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As when, in bright daylight, she closes
her eyes
but doesn’t turn her face away,
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If the English language was good enough for Jesus
Christ, opined
the governor of our then-most-populous
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is doing her usual for comic relief.
She doesn’t
see why she should get on the boat, etc.,
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