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immense
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12.26.2025
small door
The door
We go through—
So small.
The rooms
We enter—immense.
—Gregory Orr,
The City of Poetry
(Sarabande Books, Quarternote Chapbook Series #10. 2012)
7.24.2017
book of forms
All the world, things immense and small, things static and moving, are possible models for the poem.
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