Jorie Graham

(1950 / New York City, New York)

Jorie Graham Poems

1. Reading Plato 6/24/2015
2. Act III, Sc. 2 7/4/2018
3. The Errancy 7/4/2018
4. Exchange 7/4/2018
5. Full Fathom 7/4/2018
6. The Guardian Angel of the Private Life 7/4/2018
7. I'm Reading Your Mind 7/4/2018
8. The Mask Now 7/4/2018
9. Mother's Hands Drawing Me 7/4/2018
10. Over and Over Stitch 7/4/2018
11. Prayer 7/4/2018
12. What the End Is For 7/4/2018
13. San Sepolcro 7/4/2018
14. Two Paintings by Gustav Klimt 7/4/2018
15. Underneath (13) 7/4/2018
16. The Visible World 7/4/2018
17. Reading to My Father 7/4/2018
18. Fast 7/4/2018
19. Sundown 7/4/2018
20. Nearing Dawn 7/4/2018
21. Embodies 7/4/2018
22. Just Before 7/4/2018
23. Spoken From the Hedgerows 7/4/2018
24. Of The Ever-Changing Agitation In The Air 1/13/2003
25. Manteau Three 1/13/2003
26. The Surface 1/13/2003
27. Underneath (9) 1/13/2003
28. Le Manteau De Pascal 1/13/2003
29. Prayer 1/13/2003
30. Mind 1/13/2003
31. The Guardian Angel Of The Private Life 1/13/2003
32. The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia 1/13/2003
33. Orpheus And Eurydice 1/20/2003
34. To A Friend Going Blind 1/13/2003
35. San Sepolcro 1/13/2003
36. Salmon 1/13/2003
37. The Way Things Work 1/13/2003

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Best Poem of Jorie Graham

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.
The way things work
is by solution,
resistance lessened or
increased and taken
advantage of.
The way things work
is that we finally believe
they are there,
common and able
o illustrate themselves.
Wheel, kinetic flow,
rising and falling water,
ingots, levers and keys,
I believe in you,
cylinder lock, pully, ...

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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
in an eighteenth century
arch. The yellow valley flickered on and off
through cracks and the gaps
for guns. Bruna is teaching me
to cut a pattern.

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