Tag Archives: Gregory Orr

In A World Full of Falling, Full of Grief, also Solace – The Poetry of Danusha Laméris

CHERRIES The woman standing in the Whole Foods aisle over the pyramid of fruit, neatly arranged under glossy lights, watched me drop a handful into a paper bag, said how do you do it? I always have to check each one. I looked down at the dark red fruit, each cherry good in its own, […]

These Days I Can’t Seem To Get Enough of Greg Orr, His Latest Book – Two More Wisdom Poems for Hard Times

It’s narrow . . . It’s narrow, and no room For error—I zig And zag through The treacherous channel. What fool said joy Is less risky than grief? My ship could wreck On either shore. Needing to navigate By contradiction: What I want to grip, I need to release. When despair says “Let go,” I […]

The Answer to the Question “Yes” – The Whimsy and the Wise Words for a Time of Shatter – Four Poems by American Poet Gregory Orr

The last love poem I will ever write…. Will contain an invention for turning ant’s tears Into hummingbird wings. It will hold every Elegy the night sky ever wrote for the moon. It will reveal the answer to the question “Yes.” It will feature a rosebush that grew naturally Into the shape of a woman, […]

The Proof is in the Pudding – American Poet Gregory Orr’s Ongoing Healing Journey Through Poetry

A Song of What Happens If I wrote in a short story Or novel that when my father Was young, about thirteen, He and his best friend Stole a rifle from the car trunk Of a man who worked For his family, then took paper plates from the kitchen And went out into a field, […]

A Huge Small Poem from Greg Orr’s latest Poetry Collection

              Song of Aftermath Standing now, in a place Scrubbed raw by flood. I, who sought neither Rapture nor fracture. Now the question is: What do you do with shatter? Someone else’s map? I’d end up half-trapped; And even the best often Just guess what’s next. If I’m to […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #12 in a Series – Gregory Orr (Again)

Sorrow is good; Tears are good. But too much Grief erodes. What if all The soft soil Washes away And only hard Furrows remain? Then what? Then what can grow in us? Gregory Orr from The River Inside the River, W.W. Norton & Company, 2013 It seems as if the small poems I chose for […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 8 in a Series – Gregory Orr

Note to self: remember What Emerson said of Thoreau— That he loved the low In nature: Muskrats And crickets, suckers And frogs. Not stars. Songs of the carnal, Songs of what we are. Gregory Orr (1947 – ) from River Inside the River, W.W. Norton & Company, 2013 Greg Orr’s recent small poems fit so […]

Christian Wiman and Greg Orr — How To Lighten Grief’s Gravity

I sometimes think art is useless in the face of extreme suffering, but then I remember Miklos Radnoti, Paul Celan, Anna Akhmatova, or Mandelstam—and I bow my head (to them) in awe. I suppose I do believe that the greatest art consoles a wound that it creates, that art can give you the capacity to […]

SIng Going Down

What a journey I had this morning! It started with finding a Hirschfield quote in the 2012 book A God in the House: …poetry exists in part to enlarge us, to deliver us into the not yet known. Writing is an act that generates and expands attention. And if I’m lucky, I may write something […]

Sing Me Awake: Listening and The Mysterious Hidden Woman

  This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No Other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning but what we find here. No purpose but […]