Canopy: Poems

"Linda Gregerson’s capacious, discursive new poems, often in wiry, wiley sequences, track the chaos of the last several years, cataloging, calling out, searching for connection if not consolation. The stricken environment itself cries out in her poems; Gregerson names the many inequities that have shaped the Covid pandemic (“If half/ the workers at Tyson meats come down with the virus we still/ have a plan for protecting the owners from lawsuits”). Nonetheless, this poet finds much to love about the world: “I’m here to praise.”"