Erosion
By Jorie Graham
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From Erosion:
SAN SEPOLCRO
Jorie Graham
. . . . How clean
the mind is,
holy grave. It is this girl
by Piero
della Francesca, unbuttoning
her blue dress,
her mantle of weather,
to go into
labor. Come, we can go in.
It is before
the birth of god. No-one
has risen yet
to the museums, to the assembly
line bodies
and wings to the open air
market. This is
what the living do: go in.
It's a long way.
And the dress keeps opening
from eternity
to privacy, quickening.
Inside, at the heart,
is tragedy, the present moment
forever stillborn,
but going in, each breath
is a button
coming undone, something terribly
nimble-fingered
finding all of the stops.
Jorie Graham grew up in Italy and now lives in northern California.She has received grants from the Ingram-Merrill Foundation, the Bunting Institute, and the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation.Her first book, Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts (Princeton, 1980), won the Great Lakes Colleges Association Award as the best first book of poems published in 1980.
Jorie Graham
Jorie Graham is the author of fourteen collections of poems. She has been widely translated and has been the recipient of numerous awards, among them the Pulitzer Prize, the Forward Prize, the Los Angeles Times Book Award, and the International Nonino Prize. She lives in Massachusetts and teaches at Harvard University.
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Erosion - Jorie Graham
EROSION
SAN SEPOLCRO
In this blue light
I can take you there,
snow having made me
a world of bone
seen through to. This
is my house,
my section of Etruscan
wall, my neighbor’s
lemontrees, and, just below
the lower church,
the airplane factory.
A rooster
crows all day from mist
outside the walls.
There’s milk on the air,
ice on the oily
lemonskins. How clean
the mind is,
holy grave. It is this girl
by Piero
della Francesca, unbuttoning
her blue dress,
her mantle of weather,
to go into
labor. Come, we can go in.
It is before
the birth of god. No-one
has risen yet
to the museums, to the assembly
line—bodies
and wings—to the open air
market. This is
what the living do: go in.
It’s a long way.
And the dress keeps opening
from eternity
to privacy, quickening.
Inside, at the heart,
is tragedy, the present moment
forever stillborn,
but going in, each breath
is a button
coming undone, something terribly
nimble-fingered
finding all of the stops.
MIST
This quick intelligence that only knows
distracted, blind,
poking like a nose,
forever trying to finger the distinctions: the rose
that opens in the rose,
that opens in
the mist,
its geography
much quicker than
its history.
I live in it, it lives in me, whore to, heir to,
I am the one it does unto.…
And this is its shoreline: the edge of the continent, of the whole
idea, the ragged rocks
becoming foam,
where the sky drops this low each day to fish for us.
It should burn off, they say,
yet see it eat
the bony rocks,
its fog-flesh making everything
part of itself until
I am the fish that ate the fish that ate the littlest,
in thought,
in afterthought;
swimming the one world deaf, waving, goodbye for motor,
fish that can’t hear
itself swim, its hum
in the water;
swimming this other as
the rose inside the rose that keeps on opening; and then
this other still
wherein it is a perfect rose
because I snap it
from the sky,
because I want it,
another, thicker, kind of sight.
READING PLATO
This is the story
of a beautiful
lie, what slips
through my fingers,
your fingers. It’s winter,
it’s far
in the lifespan
of man.
Bareheaded, in a soiled
shirt,
speechless, my friend
is making
lures, his hobby. Flies
so small
he works with tweezers and
a magnifying glass.
They must be
so believable
they’re true—feelers,
antennae,
quick and frantic
as something
drowning. His heart
beats wildly
in his hands. It is
blinding
and who will forgive him
in his tiny
garden? He makes them
out of hair,
deer hair, because it’s hollow
and floats.
Past death, past sight,
this is
his good idea, what drives
the silly days
together. Better than memory. Better
than love.
Then they are done, a hook
under each pair
of wings, and it’s Spring,
and the men
wade out into the riverbed
at dawn. Above,
the stars still connect-up
their hungry animals.
Soon