#Linda Gregg

[havingapoemwithyou]

winter love by Linda Gregg

#Linda Gregg #poetry #poem #winter

[angstkater]

mary oliver, from october // vicente aleixandre, from sound of the war // sarah ruhl, melancholy play // colette, from on tour (tr. by matthew ward) // augusto giacometti, die vertreibung aus dem paradies (1934) // linda gregg,  from slow dance by the ocean // jeff vandermeer, from annihilation // anaïs nin, from journals volume ii // virginia woolf, from orlando

#web weaving #poetry #mary oliver #sarah ruhl #colette #linda gregg #jeff vandermeer #anaïs nin #virginia woolf

[firstfullmoon]

Linda Gregg, from “I Thought on His Desire for Three Days” [ID in alt text]

#w #poetry #linda gregg #we’ll dream of a longer summer

[northwindow]

Linda Gregg, from “Marfa”

#linda gregg #in the middle distance

[overthinksinbisexual]

my hands have made / some good mistakes. they can always / make better ones.

linda gregg, i thought on his desire for three days // mary oliver, invitation // nikki giovanni // voltaire, candide // gregory orr, to be alive // amy woolard, laura palmer graduated // ingmar bergman // sylvie baumgartel, song of songs: a poem // joan tierney // wendy cope, the orange

#words #quotes #collections #web weaving #mine #linda gregg #mary oliver #nikki giovanni #voltaire #gregory orr #ingmar bergman #joan tierney #wendy cope #the last one of these did so well so i thought id do another! #who else maybe possibly wants to live?

[lunchboxpoems]

THE PRESENCE IN ABSCENCE

Poetry is not made of words. I can say it’s January when it’s August. I can say, “The scent of wisteria on the second floor of my grandmother’s house with the door open onto the porch in Petaluma,” while I’m living an hour’s drive from the Mexican border town of Ojinaga. It is possible to be with someone who is gone. Like the silence which continues here in the desert while the night train passes through Marfa louder and louder, like the dogs whining and barking after the train is gone.

LINDA GREGG

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[beguines]

Linda Gregg, In the Middle Distance

#linda gregg #in the middle distance #poetry #favorite

[bleedingpomegranate]

the earth is spinning. we can't just stand on it. 𓍊𓋼⊹𓆏

1 January 1965, joseph brodsky [trans. george l. kline] / dexter (2006-2013); s4e12 "the getaway" / ruby elliott / a voice from i don't know where, mary oliver / @engulfes / dino ahmetović / kedi (2016) dir. ceyda torun / i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg / the iliad, homer / murder in the yoga store, peter ross range / the fourth sign of the zodiac, mary oliver / @sunsbleeding (x) / jh hard / @arthoesunshine / to be alive, gregory orr / @senaycuce (x) / agatha christie

#juno's webs #web weaving #world #life #this life is so beautiful #i am so lucky to be alive #joseph brodsky #mary oliver #dino ahmetovic #kedi #linda gregg #the iliad #homer #jh hard #gregory orr #agatha christie #on: life #webs

[sashayed]

There She Is

When I go into the garden, there she is. The specter holds up her arms to show that her hands are eaten off. She is silent because of the agony. There is blood on her face. I can see she has done this to herself. So she would not feel the other pain. And it is true, she does not feel it. She does not even see me. It is not she anymore, but the pain itself that moves her. I look and think how to forget. How can I live while she stands there? And if I take her life what will that make of me? I cannot touch her, make her conscious. It would hurt her too much. I hear the sound all through the air that was her eating, but it is on its own now, completely separate from her. I think I am supposed to look. I am not supposed to turn away. I am supposed to see each detail and all expression gone. My God, I think, if paradise is to be here it will have to include her.

Linda Gregg in All of It Singing, 2008

#linda gregg #poetry #if paradise is to be here/it will have to include her. #linda!!!

[kafk-a]

Linda Gregg

#wow! #linda gregg

[saint-something]

The Letter, Linda Gregg

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[havingapoemwithyou]

part of me wanting everything to live by Linda Gregg

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[contremineur]

We could have been mistaken for a married couple riding on the train from Manhattan to Chicago that last time we were together. I remember looking out the window and praising the beauty of the ordinary: the in-between places, the world with its back turned to us, the small neglected stations of our history. I slept across your chest and stomach without asking permission because they were the last hours. There was a smell to the sheepskin lining of your new Chinese vest that I didn’t recognize. I felt it deliberately. I woke early and asked you to come with me for coffee. You said, sleep more, and I said we only had one hour and you came. We didn’t say much after that. In the station, you took your things and handed me the vest, then left as we had planned. So you would have ten minutes to meet your family and leave. I stood by the seat dazed by exhaustion and the absoluteness of the end, so still I was aware of myself breathing. I put on the vest and my coat, got my bag and, turning, saw you through the dirty window standing outside looking up at me. We looked at each other without any expression at all. Invisible, unnoticed, still. That moment is what I will tell of as proof that you loved me permanently. After that I was a woman alone carrying her bag, asking a worker which direction to walk to find a taxi.

Linda Gregg, Asking for directions

from here

#linda gregg #asking for directions #poetry #quote #lit #excerpt

[firstfullmoon]

Linda Gregg, from “Let Birds” [ID in ALT]

#w #poetry #linda gregg #desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night #a beautiful bird who chose by nothing short of grace to make a habitat of your heart

[f-arelos]

new york address - linda gregg / the great gatsby (2013)

#web weaving #linda gregg #poetry #the great gatsby #film

[headlightsforever]

Linda Gregg from All of it Singing: New and Selected Poems

#linda gregg #poetry #poem #literature #god #lit