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Three Poems

Three Poems L I N D A G R E G G ch ri st love d being hou se d The time of passion is younger than us. It does not live in memories or metaphors, but in living things: quail, bay trees, the sun leaving and returning. Going and being there. Dark, rain, and colors spreading through the late sky afterwards. So much like the Apache and Tarahumara who live differently now, as I do. But I want to ask you about the nature of love. Do you think it is unearthly? I want to tell you it is, and more. Christ did not want to leave the body. Love resides entirely in the part of us that is the least defended or safe. In the part that has no alternative to loss, defeat, and dying. Our tragedy of being. All else is tested by its flint in what it strikes upon in darkness. cle ar s ky g oes u p fa rt her t ha n wh at ca n be se en The soul could be a stone, the writhing of a snake wrapping its body around a hawk. A talon imbedded in the open http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Three Poems

Manoa , Volume 13 (2) – Oct 1, 2001

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L I N D A G R E G G ch ri st love d being hou se d The time of passion is younger than us. It does not live in memories or metaphors, but in living things: quail, bay trees, the sun leaving and returning. Going and being there. Dark, rain, and colors spreading through the late sky afterwards. So much like the Apache and Tarahumara who live differently now, as I do. But I want to ask you about the nature of love. Do you think it is unearthly? I want to tell you it is, and more. Christ did not want to leave the body. Love resides entirely in the part of us that is the least defended or safe. In the part that has no alternative to loss, defeat, and dying. Our tragedy of being. All else is tested by its flint in what it strikes upon in darkness. cle ar s ky g oes u p fa rt her t ha n wh at ca n be se en The soul could be a stone, the writhing of a snake wrapping its body around a hawk. A talon imbedded in the open

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Oct 1, 2001

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