Jean Garrigue

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Jean Garrigue


Born
in The United States
December 08, 1912

Died
December 27, 1972

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Jean Garrigue (born Gertrude Louise Garrigus) was an American poet.

Average rating: 3.71 · 143 ratings · 45 reviews · 34 distinct worksSimilar authors
El hotel de los animales

3.67 avg rating — 112 ratings — published 1966 — 6 editions
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Selected Poems

4.24 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 1992 — 3 editions
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New and Selected Poems

3.40 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 1967 — 2 editions
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Love's Aspects: The World's...

really liked it 4.00 avg rating — 4 ratings — published 1975 — 4 editions
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The Ego and the Centaur

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1972 — 3 editions
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Marianne Moore - American W...

liked it 3.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1965 — 4 editions
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Country Without Maps

liked it 3.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1964
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Studies for an Actress and ...

it was ok 2.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1973 — 4 editions
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A Water Walk By Villa d'Este

it was ok 2.00 avg rating — 1 rating — published 1959
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Chartres and Prose Poems

0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 1970 — 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.”
Jean Garrigue, Selected Poems