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Born in northwestern Montana in 1966, Geri Doran was educated at Vassar College, Cambridge University, the University of Florida, and Stanford University.

She is the author of Resin, which was selected by Henri Cole for the 2004 Walt Whitman Award and published by Louisiana State University Press in 2005.

Of her work, Henri Cole writes, "Geri Doran transforms the viscous substance of life into the amber liquid of poetry. Her poems—intelligent, restrained, sorrowful—appear engraved by a master’s hand."

Her awards include a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in Poetry from Stanford University, the Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship, and fellowships from the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference and Literary Arts.

Self-Portrait as Miranda

Geri Doran
My story begins at sea, in the bitter liquid.
If not, it would begin in Florida, along I-95
in the circular drive of a circular, lime-green motel.
But I have selected the sea, and you must

trust me on this. Truly terrible stories
begin in navigational error, a slight misreading
of the sight that sets the crew in a maelstrom.
Perhaps in another story it would be a man

standing at the door, surprised that he’s knocked,
that you have, in turn, answered. He wishes
now that he had lingered in that drive, paused
before resuming the course toward your door.

As the crew, in desperate but unspoken straits,
wishes belatedly for a drag on the anchor.
Frequently, we are thus carried along.
Frequently, de profundis, we struggle ashore

to find ourselves, if not stranded, then beached.
We are inclined to be grateful for land.
Survivors of shipwreck cast two shadows:
the outline of interrupted light, and an aura, thirst

to drown again. Perhaps, in the unwritten story,
the man at the door looks thirsty. You sense
he has come to repair himself at the dry dock
of your flesh. There is nothing else to do.

Your home is an island of white sand
and he wades in from the shoals of the walkway
asking for fresh water. So you find him berth.
This much Miranda herself could explain:

how Ferdinand come shimmering from the sea
appeared no less a rescuer than she,
with his handful of kelp and the pretty words
of a man desperate for sanctuary.

Ferdinand missed that she was shipwrecked
too. Miranda had the shadowy thirst.
You know the rest of the story.
They’re happy. Then it ends in the bitter sea. 

Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University PRess from Resin: Poems by Geri Doran. Copyright © 2005 by Geri Doran.

Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University PRess from Resin: Poems by Geri Doran. Copyright © 2005 by Geri Doran.

Geri Doran

Geri Doran

For her first collection of poems, Resin. Geri Doran received the 2004 Walt Whitman Award