Jorie Graham Poems

is by admitting
or opening away.
This is the simplest form
of current: Blue
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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.,
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In this blue light
I can take you there,
snow having made me
a world of bone
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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
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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
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The slow overture of rain,
each drop breaking
without breaking into
the next, describes
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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,
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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
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        Spring
Up, up you go, you must be introduced.
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It has a hole in it. Not only where I

concentrate.
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