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Considered by many to be a master of short, lyric free verse, Orr has said, "I believe in poetry as a way of surviving the emotional chaos, spiritual confusions and traumatic events that come with being alive"
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| Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
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by Gregory Orr |
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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 what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
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From How Beautiful the Beloved by Gregory Orr. Copyright © 2009 by Gregory Orr. Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. |
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