Gibson, Margaret 1997

Wednesday, October 15, 1997
with Tom Andrews

I rub the dark hollow of the bowl
with garlic, near to the fire enough
so that fire reflects on the wood,
a reverie that holds emptiness
in high regard…

– Margaret Gibson, “Making Salad”

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Read this interview with Margaret Gibson from The Georgia Review:

“We’re really verbs”: An Interview with Margaret Gibson

Assistant to the editors Thibault Raoult speaks with Margaret Gibson about emerging from a long poetic silence with her latest book, Broken Cup (LSU Press, 2014). ***** Thibault Raoult: Upon first encounter with your new book Broken Cup, I’m taken back to Donald Hall’s Without -his poetic confrontation with the death of his poet wife Jane Kenyon.

I know what winter is, today
at least, out here
walking the ridge of quiet trees,
heavyhearted and close to
mistaking for grief this snow
on my eyelid. But enough–

– Margaret Gibson, “Earth Elegy”

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Watch Margaret Gibson read some of her poetry:

Guilford Poets Guild Presents Margaret Gibson

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