Eliza Griswold Poems
- Flood I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps. The room ...
- Ruins A spring day oozes through Trastevere. A nun in ...
- Ovid on Climate Change Bastard, the other boys teased ...
- Lisbon We meet midway to walk white cobbles under a ...
- Libyan Proverbs The naked man in the caravan ...
- Forecast The pack is filing from my nowheresvilles filling...
- Filicudi You have a beautiful mouth, Luigi, the man-boy ...
Eliza Griswold (born February 9, 1973) is an American journalist and poet. She was a fellow at the New America Foundation from 2008 to 2010 and won a 2010 Rome Prize from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. She is a former Nieman Fellow, and has been published in The New Yorker, Harper's Magazine, and the New York Times Magazine.
Eliza Griswold graduated from Princeton University in 1995 and studied creative writing at Johns Hopkins University.She won the first Robert I. Friedman Prize in Investigative Journalism in 2004, for "In the Hiding Zone", about Pakistan's Waziristan Agency. She worked with Pakistani journalist Hayatullah Khan, who acted as her ... more »
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I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps.
The room itself: "You're wasting this life
I packed my bag in the night
and peered in its leather belly
to count the essentials.
Nothing is essential.
To the east, the flood has begun.
Men call to each other on the water
for the comfort of voices.
Love surprises us.