Concerning the book that is the body of the beloved /

Concerning the book that is the body of the beloved /

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Author / Creator:Orr, Gregory.
Imprint:Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, c2005.
Description:xiii, 199 p. ; 19 cm.
Language:English
Subject:
Love poetry, American.
Love poetry, American.
Format: Print Book
URL for this record:http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/5747767
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ISBN:1556592299 (pbk. : alk. paper)

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505 0 0 |t The beloved is dead --  |t Who wants to lose the world --  |t When I open the book --  |t It's not magic; it isn't a trick --  |t Sadness is there; too --  |t Isis kneels on the banks --  |t The poem is written on the body --  |t "What is life?" --  |t The things that die --  |t I read the book for years --  |t I've known grief --  |t I want to go back --  |t How easy to give up hope --  |t There's nothing occult going on --  |t Can a river flow beside itself? --  |t When Sappho wrote --  |t How radiant and pale --  |t Salt on the roads melts --  |t The river has a single song --  |t The world comes into the poem --  |t Smart or dumb? Who cares? --  |t Those who wake --  |t If death, then grief, right? --  |t Suppose you could evoke --  |t Those dreams in which a phantom --  |t Everything dies. Nothing dies --  |t Silence --  |t The beloved has gone away --  |t Some of the poems are clear --  |t Tears and laughter --  |t Reading and writing poems --  |t Lighten up, lighten up --  |t Too many mysteries --  |t To feel, to feel, to feel --  |t Sometimes happy, sometimes sad --  |t Or is it loss ahead --  |t Concentrating on those motions --  |t To lose the loved one --  |t Even the saddest poems have journeyed --  |t Nothing more beautiful than the body --  |t Someone else called out --  |t Why should the grave be final? --  |t Listening to Bach's solo suites --  |t Now the snow is falling --  |t It's winter and I think of spring --  |t I never planned to die --  |t When my kids look for me I hope --  |t How small the eyes of hate --  |t How large the eyes of love --  |t Scratched with a stick in snow --  |t To become the tree --  |t Could it all be said in a single poem --  |t Who can measure the gratitude --  |t When we're young there's lots --  |t To add our own suffering --  |t To hold a pane of glass --  |t Nesting dolls --  |t Of course, a book about living --  |t When you are sad --  |t To be alive --  |t Calm down, calm down --  |t So obvious that the voice can cease --  |t Facing away from the light --  |t Weeping, weeping, weeping --  |t The human heart --  |t To loll in a sensual torpor --  |t I saw my own body --  |t How to exhaust the inexhaustible? --  |t Time to shut up --  |t We'd only just met --  |t Snow on the tree branch --  |t Tired of the body? --  |t You might think --  |t All the different books you read --  |t You can read the world --  |t How badly the world needs words --  |t How the crocus pops up --  |t The dandelion, too --  |t Oh, I know: the beloved --  |t They said to me : here --  |t Let's remake the world with words --  |t In the spring swamp --  |t Weighed down with the weight --  |t Humid morning --  |t The sun : a hot hand --  |t No one is grateful --  |t How could that Chinese poet --  |t July sun on the green leaves --  |t Hummingbird's furious --  |t Whitman's list of the things he could see --  |t Today only a single poem --  |t Waking now, and we didn't even know --  |t No one I ever believed said --  |t The beloved often --  |t Spasm and sadness --  |t To guillaume Apollinaire, the beloved --  |t Saying the word --  |t Not the first lessons of grief --  |t We exist in the mortal world only --  |t Skitterbugs on the stream's surface --  |t How is it I'm tired --  |t The grapes taste good --  |t Some say you're lucky --  |t When you're afraid --  |t How can lines --  |t The poet approaches the lectern --  |t Bittersweet, bittersweet --  |t Ripeness of summer --  |t Wildness of the world --  |t There's the daisy --  |t Yes, our human time is finite --  |t Last night, a huge storm --  |t All that sorrow --  |t When we lost the beloved --  |t Rain last night --  |t Naked before the beloved --  |t No postmortems, please --  |t Oh, to be deeply naked --  |t I thought I was hunting --  |t Long night on the road --  |t If we could have the world --  |t Autumn with its too-muchness --  |t Is the beloved greedy --  |t Eyes blurred with tears --  |t My mother's joy --  |t What suffering! --  |t What did someone cynically --  |t A song of resurrection played --  |t The world looks --  |t When the world --  |t Not deepest grief --  |t If deepest grief is hell --  |t And it happens, of course --  |t This room crowded --  |t Clearing out the room --  |t I put the beloved --  |t Not the loss alone --  |t Memories : embers --  |t Scar they stare at --  |t Now the leaves are falling fiercely --  |t Not to make loss beautiful --  |t The beloved moves through the world --  |t The world so huge and dark --  |t Going to the reading --  |t You went to the reading --  |t Expecting so much --  |t Such a shaking --  |t The poem didn't express --  |t That desolation is the door --  |t Some days it's all fuzzy --  |t Body of the beloved --  |t How lucky we are --  |t For me, my brother --  |t Invisible distance between --  |t Words not just the empty --  |t Hold off, rain --  |t Where did the beloved go? --  |t Even before speech --  |t The motions so cautious --  |t To see the beloved --  |t Were we invited? --  |t Acrobatic postures I enjoyed --  |t If a peach leads you into the world --  |t Autumn --  |t Sudden shower --  |t Do words outlast --  |t Did the beloved die? --  |t Why should it all --  |t Black marks --  |t No longer a part --  |t You lost the beloved --  |t And if not you, then who? --  |t An anthology gathered --  |t His song was about the world. 
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