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    Psalms for the Poor
    Psalms for the Poor
    Psalms for the Poor
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    Psalms for the Poor

    By Kent Gramm

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    Psalms for the Poor talk back to the blunt and beautiful phrases of the King James Bible. Sometimes personal, sometimes political, the original Psalms complain, question, curse, and adore: "Why do the wicked prosper?" "When I consider the moon and the stars," "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" "The Lord is my shepherd," "But I am poor and needy." Luther's last words were, "We are beggars." These poems are for the world's poor, and for the pauper in each of us.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherResource Publications
    Release dateJul 23, 2015
    ISBN9781498225984
    Psalms for the Poor
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    Kent Gramm

    Kent Gramm is the author of November: Lincoln’s Elegy at Gettysburg; Somebody’s Darling; Gettysburg: A Meditation on War and Values; and The Prayer of Jesus; the novels Bitterroot: An American Epic; Cars: A Romantic Manifesto; and Clare; and three books of poetry. He is co-author with photographer Chris Heisey of Gettysburg: The Living and the Dead. A winner of the Hart Crane Memorial Poetry Prize, he teaches at Gettysburg College.

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      Psalms for the Poor - Kent Gramm

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      Psalms for the Poor

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      Kent Gramm. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions. Wipf and Stock Publishers,

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      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Psalm 1

      Psalm 2 (a)

      Psalm 2 (b)

      Psalm 3

      Psalm 4 (a)

      Psalm 4 (b)

      Psalm 5

      Psalm 6 (a)

      Psalm 6 (b)

      Psalm 7 (a)

      Psalm 7 (b)

      Psalm 8

      Psalm 9 (a)

      Psalm 9 (b)

      Psalm 9 (c)

      Ps. 9 (d)

      Psalm 10 (a)

      Psalm 10 (b)

      Psalm 10 (c)

      Psalm 11

      Psalm 12 (a)

      Psalm 12 (b)

      Psalm 13

      Psalm 14 (a)

      Psalm 14 (b)

      Psalm 14 (c)

      Psalm 15 (a)

      Psalm 15 (b)

      Psalm 15 (c)

      Psalm 16

      Psalm 17 (a)

      Psalm 17 (b)

      Psalm 17 (c)

      Psalm 18

      Psalm 19 (a)

      Psalm 19 (b)

      Psalm 20 (a)

      Psalm 20 (b)

      Psalm 21

      Psalm 22 (a)

      Psalm 22 (b)

      Psalm 23 (a)

      Psalm 23 (b)

      Psalm 23 (c)

      Psalm 23 (d)

      Psalm 24

      Psalm 25

      Psalm 26 (a)

      Psalm 26 (b)

      Psalm 26 (c)

      Psalm 27

      Psalm 28

      Psalm 30 (a)

      Psalm 30 (b)

      Psalm 30 (c)

      Psalm 30 (d)

      Psalm 30 (e)

      Psalm 31

      Psalm 32 (a)

      Psalm 32 (b)

      Psalm 33 (a)

      Psalm 33 (b)

      Psalm 34

      Psalm 35 (a)

      Psalm 35 (b)

      Psalm 36

      Psalm 37

      Psalm 38

      Psalm 39

      Psalm 40

      Psalm 41

      Psalm 42 (a)

      Psalm 42 (b)

      Psalm 43

      Psalm 44

      Psalm 45

      Psalm 46 (a)

      Psalm 46 (b)

      Psalm 47

      Psalm 48

      Psalm 49

      Psalm 50

      Psalm 50

      for Robert

      Psalm 1

      the law of the Lord

      1

      This is the Law. The Law is everything:

      a sad man cherishing a slice of pumpkin

      pie, a wife of dreamy cream beside him

      snowy white and fluffed, the winter sun dim

      through the coffee shop window, many voices

      moaning round of romance. This is a race

      of rock-loving farmers and brooding, pacing

      kings, cancer in the genes. There are no choices.

      Glaciers melt in Odysseus’s face;

      Athena looks around and packs it in,

      reports to God that everything done brings

      unintended consequences. There’s grace,

      God says with a sly everlasting grin.

      The memory of love checks her watch, sings.

      2

      But I was saying, everything is Law—

      the brooks, stones, companionship, suffering.

      How does a constellation wheel? Its spring

      is in the numbers dribbling along awe

      like jewelly bread crumbs. It’s all in numbers,

      all of it, right down to the ants. And chance

      is covered too, explainable to parents

      on a planet circling Arcturus—blurs

      in our best telescopes but intelligent.

      Nothing is, that is not the Law. Always

      two plus two is four; passion is always

      red, purity blue, Son of God argent;

      I will always remember you. I sit

      with the sun going down, and this is it.

      3

      Can it be written in a book, the Law?

      Some book, with pages like accordions,

      print vigorous as spermatozoa,

      punctuation bright as a million suns,

      an index hot and right as algebra—

      its states like H2O a trinity

      transforming on the page, liquid fiction

      crystallizing with a sheen: history

      now, nonfiction, suffering and death—"one

      damn thing after another"—how it bleeds

      its ink! And then, the last chapter a gas,

      white-winged horses farther than eye can see

      converge to Brahman minuscule and vast,

      a Way that rises into poetry.

      He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of

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