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

the point-of-view darting in him, shiny head in the ash-heap,

hissing Once upon a time, and then Turn now darling give me that look,

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