Now that you are old, you have moved inland, …
Linda Gregg
The young men ride their horses fast …
What do they say about the land of the dead? …
She is sitting alone in the bright room. …
We could have been mistaken for a married couple …
All that is uncared for. …
I am pulling myself together. …
His heart is like a boat that sets forth alone …
Eight deer on the slope …
Half the women are asleep on the floor …
I open the box of my favorite postcards …
It has been a long time now …
She sits on the mountain that is her home …
Almost as soon as we got to Greece, the first evening …
The day is taken by each thing and grows complete. …
I grew up with horses and poems …
The mind goes caw, caw, caw, caw, …
It was a picture I had after the war. …
Michele has become another dead little girl. An easy poem. …
No one really dies in the myths. …
We were at the border and they were checking …
Two horses were put together in the same paddock. …
When I go into the garden, there she is. …
Just before dark the light gets dark. Violet …
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What things are steadfast? Not the birds. …
I would like to decorate this silence, …