Jorie Graham’s most recent book of poetry is Fast; a new collection will be published next year. She teaches at Harvard. (September 2019)

IN THE REVIEW

[To] the Last [Be] Human

Today I am getting my instructions. I am getting them from something holy. A tall thing in a nest. In a clearing. There is a little dread no memory and everything’s looking for signs. We don’t know if this is the way forward or the way back. Do …

It Cannot Be

undone. As here these words cannot be taken back into the windless wide unsaid. No. These changes to the living skin of silence, there where your dis- appearance into nonlife, into no-longer-ever-again-in-life—no—no longer in creation, no, no more of your kind—changes silence to what can I call it—ex- tinction—expiration—this new …

Just Before

At some point in the day, as such, there was a pool. Of stillness. One bent to brush one’s hair, and, lifting again, there it was, the opening—one glanced away from a mirror, and there, before one’s glance reached the street, it was, dilation and breath—a …

In the Pasture

What am I supposed to put now into the sea of fulfillment, the broken record of swaying plenitudes? I press out hard along the hurt—the campaign road—I press my thoughts, my tiny informers.The earth curves more than I had thought at first. My …