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010 $a 2005009892
020 $a1556592299 (pbk. : alk. paper)
035 $a(OCoLC)58986071
035 $a(OCoLC)ocm58986071
035 $a(DLC) 2005009892
035 $a(NNC)5448909
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050 00 $aPS3565.R7$bC66 2005
082 00 $a811/.54$222
100 1 $aOrr, Gregory.
245 10 $aConcerning the book that is the body of the beloved /$cGregory Orr.
260 $aPort Townsend, Wash. :$bCopper Canyon Press,$cc2005.
300 $a199 p. ;$c19 cm.
505 00 $tThe beloved is dead --$tWho wants to lose the world --$tWhen I open the book --$tIt's not magic; it isn't a trick --$tSadness is there; too --$tIsis kneels on the banks --$tThe poem is written on the body --$t"What is life?" --$tThe things that die --$tI read the book for years --$tI've known grief --$tI want to go back --$tHow easy to give up hope --$tThere's nothing occult going on --$tCan a river flow beside itself? --$tWhen Sappho wrote --$tHow radiant and pale --$tSalt on the roads melts --$tThe river has a single song --$tThe world comes into the poem --$tSmart or dumb? Who cares? --$tThose who wake --$tIf death, then grief, right? --$tSuppose you could evoke --$tThose dreams in which a phantom --$tEverything dies. Nothing dies --$tSilence --$tThe beloved has gone away --$tSome of the poems are clear --$tTears and laughter --$tReading and writing poems --$tLighten up, lighten up --$tToo many mysteries --$tTo feel, to feel, to feel --$tSometimes happy, sometimes sad --$tOr is it loss ahead --$tConcentrating on those motions --$tTo lose the loved one --$tEven the saddest poems have journeyed --$tNothing more beautiful than the body --$tSomeone else called out --$tWhy should the grave be final? --$tListening to Bach's solo suites --$tNow the snow is falling --$tIt's winter and I think of spring --$tI never planned to die --$tWhen my kids look for me I hope --$tHow small the eyes of hate --$tHow large the eyes of love --$tScratched with a stick in snow --$tTo become the tree --$tCould it all be said in a single poem --$tWho can measure the gratitude --$tWhen we're young there's lots --$tTo add our own suffering --$tTo hold a pane of glass --$tNesting dolls --$tOf course, a book about living --$tWhen you are sad --$tTo be alive --$tCalm down, calm down --$tSo obvious that the voice can cease --$tFacing away from the light --$tWeeping, weeping, weeping --$tThe human heart --$tTo loll in a sensual torpor --$tI saw my own body --$tHow to exhaust the inexhaustible? --$tTime to shut up --$tWe'd only just met --$tSnow on the tree branch --$tTired of the body? --$tYou might think --$tAll the different books you read --$tYou can read the world --$tHow badly the world needs words --$tHow the crocus pops up --$tThe dandelion, too --$tOh, I know: the beloved --$tThey said to me : here --$tLet's remake the world with words --$tIn the spring swamp --$tWeighed down with the weight --$tHumid morning --$tThe sun : a hot hand --$tNo one is grateful --$tHow could that Chinese poet --$tJuly sun on the green leaves --$tHummingbird's furious --$tWhitman's list of the things he could see --$tToday only a single poem --$tWaking now, and we didn't even know --$tNo one I ever believed said --$tThe beloved often --$tSpasm and sadness --$tTo guillaume Apollinaire, the beloved --$tSaying the word --$tNot the first lessons of grief --$tWe exist in the mortal world only --$tSkitterbugs on the stream's surface --$tHow is it I'm tired --$tThe grapes taste good --$tSome say you're lucky --$tWhen you're afraid --$tHow can lines --$tThe poet approaches the lectern --$tBittersweet, bittersweet --$tRipeness of summer --$tWildness of the world --$tThere's the daisy --$tYes, our human time is finite --$tLast night, a huge storm --$tAll that sorrow --$tWhen we lost the beloved --$tRain last night --$tNaked before the beloved --$tNo postmortems, please --$tOh, to be deeply naked --$tI thought I was hunting --$tLong night on the road --$tIf we could have the world --$tAutumn with its too-muchness --$tIs the beloved greedy --$tEyes blurred with tears --$tMy mother's joy --$tWhat suffering! --$tWhat did someone cynically --$tA song of resurrection played --$tThe world looks --$tWhen the world --$tNot deepest grief --$tIf deepest grief is hell --$tAnd it happens, of course --$tThis room crowded --$tClearing out the room --$tI put the beloved --$tNot the loss alone --$tMemories : embers --$tScar they stare at --$tNow the leaves are falling fiercely --$tNot to make loss beautiful --$tThe beloved moves through the world --$tThe world so huge and dark --$tGoing to the reading --$tYou went to the reading --$tExpecting so much --$tSuch a shaking --$tThe poem didn't express --$tThat desolation is the door --$tSome days it's all fuzzy --$tBody of the beloved --$tHow lucky we are --$tFor me, my brother --$tInvisible distance between --$tWords not just the empty --$tHold off, rain --$tWhere did the beloved go? --$tEven before speech --$tThe motions so cautious --$tTo see the beloved --$tWere we invited? --$tAcrobatic postures I enjoyed --$tIf a peach leads you into the world --$tAutumn --$tSudden shower --$tDo words outlast --$tDid the beloved die? --$tWhy should it all --$tBlack marks --$tNo longer a part --$tYou lost the beloved --$tAnd if not you, then who? --$tAn anthology gathered --$tHis song was about the world.
650 0 $aLove poetry, American.
856 41 $3Table of contents$uhttp://www.loc.gov/catdir/toc/ecip0510/2005009892.html
852 00 $bglx$hPS3565.R7$iC66 2005