Quotes by Greg Rappleye

"Orpheus, Gathering the Trees"

The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Book X, Lines 86-110.

When love died the second time,
he sang at dawn in the empty field
and the bees came to listen.
A little song for the tag alder,
the rue cherry the withe-willow—
the simple-hearted ones that come quickly
to loneliness.
Then he sang for the mulberry
with its purple fruit,
for the cedar and the tamarack.
He sang, bel canto. for the quaking aspen
and the stave oak;
something lovely for the white pine,
the fever tree, the black ash.
From the air, he called the sparrows
and the varieties of wrens.
Then he sang for a bit of pestilence—
for the green caterpillars,
for the leaf worms and bark beetles.
Food to suit the flickers and the crows.
So that, in the wood lot,
there would always be empty places.
So he would still know loss."

Books by Greg Rappleye

  • Figured Dark: Poems
  • 18 ratings
  • November 1st 2007 by University of Arkansas Press

    (first published August 2007)

  • Path Between Houses
  • 4 ratings
  • October 2nd 2000 by University of Wisconsin Press

    (first published 2000)

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