Meghan O'Rourke Poems
- Ever Even now I can't grasp "nothing" or ...
- On Marriage Stone by stone, body by body in the grass: For ...
- My Aunts Grew up on the Jersey Shore in the 1970s. Always ...
- My Life as a Subject Because I was born in a kingdom, there ...
- The Night Where You No Longer ... Was it like lifting a ...
- Sun In Days I tried to live that way for a while, among the ...
- Troy We had a drink and got in bed. That's when the boat in ...
Meghan O'Rourke (born 1976 in Brooklyn, New York) is an American poet and critic.
O'Rourke was formerly a fiction editor at The New Yorker and from 2005-2010 was poetry co-editor at The Paris Review. She is also an occasional contributor to The New York Times. O'Rourke has written on a wide and eclectic range of topics, including horse racing, gender bias in the literary world, the politics of marriage and divorce, and the place of grief and mourning in modern society. She has published poems in literary journals and magazines including The New Yorker, Best American Poetry, The New Republic, and Poetry. Her first book of poems, Halflife, was published by Norton in 2007. O'Rourke's book,... more »
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Never, never, never, never, never.
Even now I can't grasp "nothing" or "never."
They're unholdable, unglobable, no map to nothing.
Never? Never ever again to see you?
An error, I aver. You're never nothing,
because nothing's not a thing.
I know death is absolute, forever,
the guillotine—gutting—never to which we never say goodbye.
But even as I think "forever" it goes "ever"
and "ever" and "ever." Ever after.
I'm a thing that keeps on thinking. So I never see you
is not a thing or ...