Poem: ‘From the Transience’
Jorie Graham, 2 November 2017
May I help you. No. In the mirror? No. Look there is still majesty, increase, sacrifice. Night in the flat pond. Moon in it/on it disposing entirely of mind. No. Look there is desert where there was grassland there is sun-inundation like a scrupulous meditation no message just mutter of immensity where it leaks into
partiality. Into you/me. Our boundaries now in the epic see-through, how they...