Jorie Graham

(1950 / New York City, New York)

Jorie Graham Poems

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

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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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