Biography of Jorie Graham
Jorie Graham was born in New York City on May 9, 1950, the daughter of a journalist and a sculptor. She was raised in Rome, Italy and educated in French schools. She studied philosophy at the Sorbonne in Paris before attending New York University as an undergraduate, where she studied filmmaking. She received an MFA in poetry from the University of Iowa.
Graham is the author of numerous collections of poetry, most recently From the New World: Poems 1976-2014 (Ecco, 2015); Place: New Poems (Ecco, 2012); Sea Change (Ecco, 2008); Never (2002); Swarm (2000); and The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems 1974-1994, which won the 1996 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
About her work, James Longenbach wrote in the New York Times: “For 30 years Jorie Graham has engaged the whole human contraption — intellectual, global, domestic, apocalyptic — rather than the narrow emotional slice of it most often reserved for poems. She thinks of the poet not as a recorder but as a constructor of experience. Like Rilke or Yeats, she imagines the hermetic poet as a public figure, someone who addresses the most urgent philosophical and political issues of the time simply by writing poems.”
Graham has also edited two anthologies, Earth Took of Earth: 100 Great Poems of the English Language (1996) and The Best American Poetry 1990.
Her many honors include a John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Fellowship and the Morton Dauwen Zabel Award from The American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters.
She has taught at the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop and is currently the Boylston Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory at Harvard University. She served as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets from 1997 to 2003.
Jorie Graham Poems
The Way Things Work
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past the importance of beauty.,
In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone
To A Friend Going Blind
Today, because I couldn't find the shortcut through, I had to walk this town's entire inner perimeter to find where the medieval walls break open
Orpheus And Eurydice
Up ahead, I know, he felt it stirring in himself already, the glance, the darting thing in the pile of rocks, already in him, there, shiny in the rubble, hissing Did you want to remain
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re- infolding,
The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix it, will that arrange the
Le Manteau De Pascal
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment.
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced.
It has a hole in it. Not only where I concentrate.
The Guardian Angel Of The Private Life
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, and the long stem of the necessary, the sum of events,
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it
Of The Ever-Changing Agitation In The Ai...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little city
The Way Things Work
is by admitting
or opening away.
This is the simplest form
of current: Blue
moving through blue;
blue through purple;
the objects of desire
opening upon themselves
without us; the objects of faith.