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rajoyceUCB: —Debora Greger, “A Woman on the Dump”
AGNIMagazine: My soul, why are you still seventeen
and drifting like a dog after dark,
dragging a shadow you’ve found?
~from "West of the Soul"
by Debora Greger
AGNI Online
poemakontsa: A poem by Debora Greger after a painting of Hopper of a man seated in a bed.
The Man on the Bed
If the heart is a house
it is also the darkness around it.
yalereview: "The wrong bells rang through the late fall,
falling on fake snow spread over green lawn
in Fresno. Carols caught in the throats
of loudspeakers nailed to cedars along the street."
From Debora Greger's "The Killer Whale of Christmas":
rajoyceUCB: —Debora Greger, “The Right Whale in Iowa”
YaleReview: "Even on the rim of the new world,
you could hear the age of Augustus rolling on,
an orb, an orange falling, speechless,
into the dry gutter of December."
—Debora Greger
YaleReview: "The wrong bells rang through the late fall,
falling on fake snow spread over green lawn
in Fresno. Carols caught in the throats
of loudspeakers nailed to cedars along the street."
From Debora Greger's "The Killer Whale of Christmas":
POETSorg: he'd take out a small gray notebook
and show his eldest daughter
how, in pencil, in tiny hurried script,
he kept the names of those who died around him.
—Debora Greger
leilaboos: I remember the mind fogged with something not dream.
And afterwards
what of the traitorous, languorous body?
It lies down. It begs.
~Debora Greger, Psyche and Eros in Florida
HarnMuseumofArt: Read The Pillow Book: Tea with the Curator
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DoinaBadescu: TOUCHING HEARTS: TOO CLOSE - by Debora Greger
PlacesPoetry: "A Single Night in the City of Gold," poem by Debora Greger
BraonainCian: There is dust on the dust of the past.
-- Debora Greger
NatureRevGenet: Animal domestication in the era of ancient genomics
JeffreyShoulson: Today’s Poem - The Right Whale in Iowa –Debora Greger The shag rug of a Great Plains buffalo, a flightless bird gone to stone: over its fellow keepsakes, into the archives of air, the whale hauled a harvest of dust. In the ripples...
vickimiko: The Poetry of Bad Weather, by Debora Greger - Poem 042 | Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools
"Had we a window, the class could keep an eye on the clock and yet watch the wild plum nod with the absent grace of the young."
chlojewell: "Why, my students wondered,
did the great dead poets all live north of us?
Was there nothing to do all winter there
but pine for better weather?"
-Debora Greger; The Poetry of Bad Weather
nashiraprime: Movable Islands: Poems, by Debora Greger.
kokucenneti: Debora Greger (American poet)
Born: Walsenburg, Colorado, United States
Date of birth: 1949-08-16
thatsciencechic: 2 of 5 stars to In Darwin's Room by Debora Greger
kenyonreview: "I'll miss you, too. Tell me, what are you waiting for?
There is no room in your churchyards for another grave."
R...
drjdharless: "Prayer just holy breathing" ... 'Desert Father's, Uranium Daughters' ... Debora Greger ... p.66
OkAporia: The Dictionary of Silence, by Debora Greger
Poetry_Daily: Today at PD: "To a Redbud," by Debora Greger, from In Darwin's Room (Penguin)
Poetry_Daily: Today's Poem: "To a Redbud," by Debora Greger, from In Darwin's Room (Penguin)
Poetry_Daily: Today: "To a Redbud," by Debora Greger, from In Darwin's Room (Penguin)
msf92165: Poetry Daily: To a Redbud, by Debora Greger
PenguinBooks: "In the Museum of Recent Time
this morning hasn't been unpacked."
EatTheInvaders: Armchair Forager has a new book!
Margaryta505: Marked as to-read: Men, Women, and Ghosts by Debora Greger
92YPoetry: And in that city the houses of the dead
are left empty, if the dead are famous enough
1977 Discovery contest winner Debora Greger
OkAporia: My obsession/worship with/of this poem endures:
Envoi, by Debora Greger
hermitage200: "The desert lay in wait, more infinite than God, no less remote." Debora Greger
Ph: Desert Moon
