The Woman Who Died In Her Sleep

by Linda Gregerson

Mark Strand called these poems "among the very best being written." Bravely exploring the ways in which we encounter mortality, they emphasize the resourcefulness of the human spirit, the intelligence of the body, the abundant beauty of the created world. Devotional, even celebratory in their cadence, they move with the gravity of high art.

Genres: Poetry

96 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1996

About the author

Linda Gregerson is an American poet and member of faculty at the University of Michigan. She recieved her M.F.A. from the University of Iowa Writers Workshop. In 2014, she was named as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets. Linda Gregerson is the author of several collections of poetry and literary criticism. Also a Renaissance scholar, a classically trained actor, and a devotee of the sciences, she produces lyrical poems informed by her expansive reading that are inquisitive, unflinching, and tender.

Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award for Waterborne
Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize finalist for The Woman Who Died in Her Sleep
2000 Guggenheim Fellowship
National Book Award finalist for Manetic North

Reviews

[Malaena]

when i tell you language is my religion, this book is an example of what i mean.

been seriously slacking in the poetry department this year so i figured i’d finish this collection on the beach today — i picked it up from the used book store because the poet taught at u of m and i love to support michigan !!

this was good, i enjoyed it’s solemnity, the seriousness it took every subject. incantatory and devotional, most written in couplet form, felt like a prayer. a prayer to what? to whom? a merciful god, a malevolent, an indifferent god? who’s to say. who are we asking forgiveness from if we don’t believe in a god? there’s much suffering, but there’s also much love.

“we had not loved you half/so well/ had we not loved you ineptly.”

[Benjamin]

So so incredible. Every single poem is just perfect

[Nick Milinazzo]

"The fault's in nature, who will//without system or explanation/make permanent/havoc of little mistakes. A natural//mistake, the transient ill will we define/as the normal/and trust to be inconsequent,//by nature's own abundance soon absorbed."

In these poems, the author ponders mortality itself, discussing (with the reader in mind) the terrible and the inevitable: death, illness, warfare. That in the face of such atrocities, we should still turn to a god that seems to has turned his back on us. Yet from such tragedy Gregerson is able to create a place where we might contemplate, reflect, and possibly even heal. We are forced to confront such horrors because a) they are ever-present, and b) without doing so, we cannot know the joys of life. A haunting, gorgeous, and devastating collection.

[Deirdre Fagan]

A powerful resonant volume imbued with the knowledge of a poet schooled in thought.

The pieces synthesize the mundane, the profane, and the ancient seeking to understand that which we cannot, and that which we do all too well.

The pages are fraught with illness of intention and design; we commiserate with what has been illuminated.

A haunting volume that manages to embrace life. Lovely writing by a fierce mind.

[Luke]

A book in high contrast, and mostly composed of in a poetic form seemingly of Gregerson’s own devising. These poems illuminate the depths of mortality, the particular vulnerabilities inherent to being parent and child, human failing, and the body’s miraculous resilience in the face of everything. Gregerson is a master, and this chiaroscuro collection a tour de force.

Highlights:
— Safe
— An Arbor
— The Resurrection of the Body
— Bunting
— Target

[Justin]

At times too academic, but Gregerson is able to find resonances that can leave you breathless when ultimately revealed, particularly in her multipart poems, of which there are several here. "Safe," "Salt," and "For the Taking" are notable.

[Lei]

Favorite poems from this collection:
- For the Taking
- Salt

[Ru Perry-Mize]

Beautiful.

[Molly]

I love the pacing, the weaving in these poems, and my favorites are the ones that deal with the failures of the body as well as the observations of others.

[Mills College Library]

811.54 G818w 1996

[Venus Blancia]

"Bleedthrough"
"As when, in bright daylight, she closes her eyes but doesn't turn her face away,.."

[Dan]

Devastating in the best way.