"To be so held by brittleness, shapeliness,
by meaning. As where I have to go where you go,
I have to touch what you must touch,
in hunger, in boredom, the spindrift, the ticket…
Distilled in you (can you hear me)
the idiom in you, the why—"
— Jorie Graham, from “Soul Says” (full poem here)
by meaning. As where I have to go where you go,
I have to touch what you must touch,
in hunger, in boredom, the spindrift, the ticket…
Distilled in you (can you hear me)
the idiom in you, the why—"
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