In her seventh book of poetry, Debora Greger walks out of art history class and into Europe, even to the edge of Asia. A night wedding in Venice, an encounter with a girl on an aqueduct in Istanbul, a walk into the emptiness of the Florida prairie, standing before a Rembrant or a tomb in Ravenna-these portraits of travel reveal a poet never at home even when home. Debora Greger's poems love the accident of discovery; she is a poet whose intimacies are expressed in whispers, whose secrets come in sidelong glances.
Debora Greger is a poet and professor who has won grants and awards from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Guggenheim foundation. Her work has appeared in American Poetry Review, The New Yorker, and Paris Review.
[Greger] stalks the language, beating it out of the wilderness, tracking it through a labyrinth of image and allusion. (The Hudson Review)