Linda Gregerson

Linda Gregerson’s most recent book, Prodigal: New and Selected Poems, was published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt in 2015. She is the Caroline Walker Bynum Distinguished University Professor of English at the University of Michigan.

May/June 2022

Bearded Iris

By Linda Gregerson

1 A sort of synesthetic pun: the purples smell like grapes when grapes still had a smell, and remnants of fertility, which we in an excess of ever-more-ease have banished […]

Spring 2007

Prodigal

By Linda Gregerson

Copper and ginger, the plentiful   mass of it bound, half loosed, and     bound again in lavish   disregard as though such heaping up were a thing indifferent, surfeit from     the table […]

Summer 1996

Luke 17:32

By Linda Gregerson

1. Remember, he said, Lot's wife, which is        as much     as to say, Look back, and at your peril,   on the rigors of the backward look.        Two men     in […]

Winter 2001

Cord

By Linda Gregerson

O.T.G. 1912-1994 Dearest, we filled up the woodroom          this week,       Karen and Steven and I and Peter's     truck. You would have […]

Summer 2006

Bicameral

By Linda Gregerson

              1. 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 passfor both), and elsewhere… well, […]

Spring 2007

Over Easy

By Linda Gregerson

Cloud cover like a lid on.     Thwarted trees. And three more hours of highway to be rid of. My darlings don't want         a book on tape. They want a little […]

Winter 2009

Dido Refuses to Speak

By Linda Gregerson

For Susan Boti 1. The forestays, the sternsheet,      the benches,   the yard,       the wooden pins to which   the oars arebound with strips of leather, he    explained this, tholeand loom, I thought the words      were […]

Sept/Oct 2021

A Knitted Femur

By Linda Gregerson

First evidence           that one who ought to have died first, of hunger                               of thirst                    in the jaws of something hungrier,           lived long enough to heal. Not pottery                                                   not crafted tool          but simply […]

Spring 2012

Handedness

By Linda Gregerson

A warhorse of a revival at the Theatre Royal Haymarket. Terence Rattigan, a Royal Air Force base in Lincolnshire, nighttime bombing raids over Nazi Germany. Mark Dexter playing a Polish […]

Winter 2014

The Wrath of Juno

By Linda Gregerson

      A wandering husband    peopling the earth with my humiliations       which    the narrative requires. At least I shall never       be out of work.    I’m not immune to loveliness myself, in fact, […]

Winter 2014

The Wrath of Juno

By Linda Gregerson

It’s the children nail your heart to the planet, so that’s       how you nail them back.       Alcmena in labor for seven days. Think of the man who thought up the […]

Winter 2014

The Dolphins

By Linda Gregerson

You think these powers began with you? We were men before this happened. We could run       and stand. We couldn’t drink the water but we built the ships that made […]

Winter 2014

Heliotrope

By Linda Gregerson

I was his favorite, simply that.       And you can see for yourself why it might have been so:       the lushest, least likely to weary the eyes of all       the serried […]

Mar/Apr 2020

Love Poem

By Linda Gregerson

Once, my very best darling, the sea and the land were all one mass and the light was confused and hadn’t found a place to rest. And Emma, love, my […]

Mar/Apr 2020

Saint Sorry

By Linda Gregerson

1 Because she had no money and because they called it a charity shop, the woman whose ten- week-old baby had finally died though of what and why it couldn’t […]

Nov/Dec 2020

Environmental

By Linda Gregerson

I had the right of way — on foot —  and therefore by definition was able to pause without braking, resume without a burst of petrochemicals, besides the day was mild and all […]

Luke 17:32

By Linda Gregerson

From the Kenyon Review, New Series, Summer-Autumn 1996, Vol. XIX, No. 3/4 1. Remember, he said, Lot’s wife, which is                            as much                  as to say, Look back, and at your […]