Jorie Graham Poems on World (7 Poems)

The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...

In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...

All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...

I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...

In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. ...

I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...

The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike ...

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