Potential Titles: Linda Gregerson

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And now her small survivals - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Our window on the risen world - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Should need protection from the crows - Linda Gregerson "Another Diana"

Even our own souls were silent - Linda Gregerson "At the Window"

A margin of ice - Linda Gregerson "The Burning of Madrid as Seen from the Terrace of My House"

Allow me an image - Linda Gregerson "The Burning of Madrid as Seen from the Terrace of My House"

To which the stone is nothing - Linda Gregerson "The Chapel Doom"

Banked their fires in deference to the sun - Linda Gregerson "Chronic"

Intended to halt my trespass - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

Bureaucracy and blood-borne grudge - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

May be lovely as cranes and safe - Linda Gregerson "Cranes on the Seashore"

The city not yet fallen - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"

By a physics worth the name - Linda Gregerson "De Magnete"

All these ventures at goodness - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Contrived the storm with watering cans - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Dies by water as well as fire - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

A temporal trespass deliberate - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

Inhale the fumes of empire - Linda Gregerson "Dido in Darkness"

A daughter's most instinctive act - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

In this unrelenting aftermath - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Make holiday of memory - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Make penance of the air - Linda Gregerson "Double Portrait with American Flags"

Dewpoint and a level field - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

The world so rarely lets us in - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Programmed for extinction - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

The light and shadow so disposed - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Less congenial to the seeing eye - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Ignore how much the camera misses - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

Balanced on the scales of thought - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

By learning to relinquish it - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"

As welcome as the dust - Linda Gregerson "Father Mercy, Mother Tongue"

Rinsed of all particulars - Linda Gregerson "Father Mercy, Mother Tongue"

The virtues of method and rich supply - Linda Gregerson "Half Light"

The siege returned to stalemate - Linda Gregerson "Half Light"

A sign of grace withheld - Linda Gregerson "A History Play"

Know us by our scattered wake - Linda Gregerson "A History Play"

What is manna to the raven - Linda Gregerson "Maculate"

Not an unmixed consolation - Linda Gregerson "Maculate"

Concerning the methods of capture - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

Portion out their wakefulness - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

The strictures of hunger - Linda Gregerson "Make-Falcon"

This stone on your spirit - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

Inclined to different metaphors - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

That recklessly weaned us from oblivion - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

In heaven to be called upon - Linda Gregerson "My Father Comes Back from the Grave"

This unfamiliar and malignant place - Linda Gregerson "No Lion, No Moon"

Open your palms to the moon - Linda Gregerson "An Offering"

Its cunning corrective to up and down - Linda Gregerson "Over Easy"

And heaven has its discards - Linda Gregerson "Pass Over"

At several tumbled junctures - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

The rooster keeps faith with his hour - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

The ratcheting herons return - Linda Gregerson "Petrarchan"

Surfeit from the table of the gods - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Who do not give a thought to fairness - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Anchored on a faultline - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

Have no excuse for suffering - Linda Gregerson "Prodigal"

The likeness of substance and sound - Linda Gregerson "Slip"

Transparently in love with doom - Linda Gregerson "Spring Snow"

The self-same knots of air and ice - Linda Gregerson "Spring Snow"

Some parting of the beaten sky - Linda Gregerson "The Turning"

But winter scorched by heaven's high contempt - Linda Gregerson "The Turning"

Water will outwit a wall - Linda Gregerson "Waterborne"

Pity's crafted afterthought - Linda Gregerson "When Nothing But Tree"


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