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Excerpt from
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.
Jorie Graham at the Academy of American Poets
Robert N. Casper on Graham, in Ploughshares:
Critics have described these poems as 'difficult'; in response, Graham asserts that they are imagistically clear but that the form of the poems—the throughway, if you will—invites the reader to perceive—or even 'read'—in a new way.
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