Jean Garrigue
Born
in The United States
December 08, 1912
Died
December 27, 1972
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El hotel de los animales
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published
1966
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6 editions
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Selected Poems
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published
1992
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3 editions
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New and Selected Poems
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published
1967
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2 editions
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Love's Aspects: The World's Great Love Poems
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published
1975
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4 editions
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The Ego and the Centaur
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published
1972
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3 editions
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Marianne Moore - American Writers 50: University of Minnesota Pamphlets on American Writers
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published
1965
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4 editions
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Country Without Maps
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published
1964
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Studies for an Actress and Other Poems
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published
1973
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4 editions
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A Water Walk By Villa d'Este
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published
1959
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Chartres and Prose Poems
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published
1970
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4 editions
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“Catch What You Can"
The thing to do is try for that sweet skin
One gets by staying deep inside a thing.
The image that I have is that of fruit—
The stone within the plum or some such pith
As keeps the slender sphere both firm and sound.
Stay with me, mountain flowers I saw
And battering moth against a wind-dark rock,
Stay with me till you build me all around
The honey and the clove I thought to taste
If lingering long enough I lived and got
Your intangible wild essence in my heart.
And whether that's by sight or thought
Or staying deep inside an aerial shed
Till imagination makes the heart-leaf vine
Out of damned bald rock, I cannot guess.
The game is worth the candle if there's flame.”
― Selected Poems
The thing to do is try for that sweet skin
One gets by staying deep inside a thing.
The image that I have is that of fruit—
The stone within the plum or some such pith
As keeps the slender sphere both firm and sound.
Stay with me, mountain flowers I saw
And battering moth against a wind-dark rock,
Stay with me till you build me all around
The honey and the clove I thought to taste
If lingering long enough I lived and got
Your intangible wild essence in my heart.
And whether that's by sight or thought
Or staying deep inside an aerial shed
Till imagination makes the heart-leaf vine
Out of damned bald rock, I cannot guess.
The game is worth the candle if there's flame.”
― Selected Poems







