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Linda Gregg

Winter 2002

Surviving Love

By Linda Gregg

I work hard at managing, grateful and spare. I try to forgive all trespasses. I give thanks for the desert. I rejoice to be alive here in the simple world. […]

Winter 2002

The Creature

By Linda Gregg

Who, seeing the wounded one,does not wonder about the cause,wonder if she is to blame?Was the antelope already limpingor was the woman in love?What if it was a crime of […]

Winter 2002

Silence and Glare

By Linda Gregg

I get out of the car. Stand stilland listen. Look at the abandoned house,but generally. Has the plaster fallen off?If so, how long have the adobe bricksbeen exposed to rain? […]

Fall 1983

What Is Left Over

By Linda Gregg

There is silence after a city is destroyed the Russian woman told me. For those left, there are potatoes which might grow soon enough. No pigeons and no rats. All […]

Fall 1983

White Light

By Linda Gregg

Waiting in a place where the cicadas turn the silence into something silver. Hot white light on the rocks. Laurel down by the spring. Holding myself still. Doing one thing […]

Fall 1983

Not Saying Much

By Linda Gregg

My father is dead and there is nothing left now except ashes and a few photographs. The men are together in the old pictures. Two generations of them working and […]

Fall 1983

Complete

By Linda Gregg

If death wants me, let it come. I am here in a room at night on my own. The pulsing and the crickets would go on. Everything and the tall […]

Fall 1983

On the Way

By Linda Gregg

to the party we see a lemon on the ground. The next morning doves fly before the sun has lit the pomegranate flowers. I look at the sky beyond the […]

Fall 1983

Oedipus Exceeding

By Linda Gregg

Finally Oedipus came back. Returned as the old to the ancient. Found a stone and sat down. Blind and blinding. Slowly, people gathered around him, hesitant and horrified. He began. […]

Summer 1979

The Gods Must Not Know Us

By Linda Gregg

The signifying clouds at dawn fill me. Open my spirit. The shining of sun and moon morning after morning makes my heart serene.        FU SHENG Shang-shu ta chuan All the different […]

Summer 1979

Eurydice

By Linda Gregg

I linger, knowing you are eager (having seen the strange world where I live) to return to your friends wearing the bells and singing the songs which are my mourning. […]

Summer 1979

Different Not Less

By Linda Gregg

All of it changes at evening equal to the darkening, so that night things may have their time. Each gives over where its nature is essential. The river loses all […]