Tuesday, January 09, 2007


Sadness is there, too.
All the sadness in the world.
Because the tide ebbs,
Because the wild waves
Punish the shore
And the small lives live there.
Because the body is scattered.
Because death is real
And sometimes death is not
Even the worst of it.

If sadness did not run
Like a river through the Book,
Why would we go there?
What would we drink?

-gregory orr

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3 comments:

Artichoke Heart said...

Oh . . .

Oh, yes . . .

The Lettershaper said...

Lovely, indeed...

Sandra said...

Finding these Greg Orr poems on your blog was like bumping into an old friend. (I studied with him for 3 years at UVA.) Thank you, thank you! Have you read his Orpheus & Eurydice sequence?

Keep up the good poetry. = )

Cheers, Sandra