These are crystalline - oftentimes incandescent - translations of Juarroz's powerful metaphysical poems where eternity and silence jut up against a world where “writing infects the landscape” and there are “more letters than leaves” - The kind of match one… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
Brilliant, hard-earned and honest. The erasures and reappearances of figure and ground-that hard drama-have rarely been so movingly undertaken. A heartbreakingly beautiful work. — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
It's very hard to look in a mirror and see anything which resembles what one feels one's self to be. I think that discomfort,… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“the feeling of being a digression not the link in the argument, a new direction, an offshoot, the limb going on elsewhere, and liking… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“This is freedom. This is the face of faith, nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
We have to find a way to not refuse to see where we are, what we are doing, and yet we must still live.… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“...love / is turning out the lights when others do, a curfew we / would take / for sails.” — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
I wanted to pack a lot into the lyric, but not go beyond its bounds. Some have written that I wanted to expand what… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
These are crystalline - oftentimes incandescent - translations of Juarroz's powerful metaphysical poems where eternity and silence jut up against a world where “writing… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
“This is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to… — Jorie Graham Copy Share Image
