By Jorie Graham
"How i want to seize the realm / at natural idea," writes Jorie Graham, for whom a chicken can be an alphabet, and flight an arc. regardless of the occasion--and her paintings bargains a wealthy great quantity of them--the poems achieve to the place ownership isn't inside of us, the place new names are wanted and which means enlarged. as a result, what she sees reminds her of what's lacking, and what she is familiar with indicates what she can't. From any occasion, she arcs bravely into the farthest reaches of brain. quickly readers can have difficulty, yet so what. To the great reader terrified of complexity, i'd supply the transparent belief that needs to bond us to such sign poems as (simply to quote 3 showing in a row) "Mother's stitching Box," "For My Father searching for My Uncle," and "The Chicory Comes Out past due August in Umbria." ultimately, the poet's phrases back: ". . . you get / simply what you want" and (just prior to that), "Just as / at times / we have to grab back / the entire language / looking for / greater desires." - Marvin Bell
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Luna nueva! ¡Corazones de los niños! ¡Almas rudas de las piedras! Hoy siento en el corazón un vago temblor de estrellas y todas las rosas son tan blancas como mi pena. Book of Poems Or can it never be for us? And what if love’s a trick? Who’ll salvage our lives if gathering gloom buries us in the certainty of Good, unreal perhaps, and of Evil throbbing very close? What if hope dies and Babel* rises? What torch will light earth’s pathways? If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows?
Dream without end? The mist says so, and the mist is just the snow’s respite. My rhythm’s story is that the dream came apart for good. And in the misty afternoon my heart discovers the tragedy of autumn raining from the trees. The Billy Goat 1919 The herd of goats passed where the river ﬂows. In the sapphire pink afternoon heavy with romantic peace, I watch the great billy goat. Greetings, mute demon, you most intense of animals, eternal mystic 33 34 Libro de Poemas Místico eterno del inﬁerno carnal… ¡Cuántos encantos tiene tu barba, tu frente ancha, rudo don Juan!
I shan’t ﬁnd happiness, I’m like Love 7 8 Libro de Poemas cuyas ﬂechas son de llanto, y el carcaj el corazón. Daré todo a los demás y lloraré mi pasión como niño abandonado en cuento que se borró. , que presa por la araña gris del tiempo tiene el polen fatal del desengaño. De niño yo canté como vosotros, niños buenos del prado, solté mi gavilán con las temibles cuatro uñas de gato. Pasé por el jardín de Cartagena, la verbena invocando, y perdí la sortija de mi dicha al pasar el arroyo imaginario.