Poems By Grace Cavalieri

I Don't Believe He Ever Lived

I see his red and white striped shirt hanging against all the others left untouched by his breath. I say Thank You to that shirt for all the poetry readings and places, and also to the Navy Dress White for Angel's wedding, I say Thank you to each one, following them down the rack talking to a closet. Perhaps he wanted freedom from all these but I am still in the forest and wonder about the meals we've forgotten and the peaches once eaten - did they exist? That sounds like some do-good-seeking philosophy. No. It is the quick cold snow of truth, biting and cold, gone as snow.

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Charles Rammelkamp review - Owning The Not So Distant World

Grace Cavalieri is by turns as sagacious and oblique as a Zen koan, her verses brimming with aphoristic wisdom, and also charmingly chatty, like your best friend in the world, oscillating between aloof and intimate but always appealing.

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Cavalieri writes about the everyday world and shows us how the major themes--love, loss, memory, and the mystery future—inhabit the ordinary.

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