Underneath (9) (Jorie Graham Poem)
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
The miracle they demanded as he had promised the leaders who would not see standing before the ripped curtain He ...
Not yet desperate but the choices being made drastic cuts in services in funding for the poor Services will be ...
Rent our hearts not our clothes hidden from the world known to God Open our hearts ripped from the world ...
Nothing for me here not being one of the twelve at the center of his ministry believing he was the ...
Stripped utterly wearing a crown of thorns naked, dying feeling wholly alone In the darkness of midday the sun refusing ...
The shroud of darkness over the earth the sun would not shine Christ hanging on the cross dying alone and ...
Darkness fell on the land as the savior hung on the cross quiet on Golgotha until Christ cried out after ...
Five days after joy Christ on the road entering the city of David loud hosannas on their lips Changed dramatically ...
Gathering for a future as if the present is not good enough wanting more but ignoring what there is now ...
In the courts of the Romans beaten and scourged mocked and taunted our Lord and our savior on the way ...
The holy week, the steps of the Christ in darkening shadows, leading inexorably foreboding, portending, the suffering the cross, the ...
divisions, Jew and Gentile no more, barriers phantoms alone torn down, ripped, removed you our savior coming to earth, humble, ...
The curtain ripped, the walls tumbling law fulfilled, obsolete divisions by works no more are we measured by the food ...
For some, a piece of paper a momentary achievement for her, a different moment, importance to the day. A wall, ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
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