Runaway New poems

Jorie Graham, 1950-

Book - 2020

In her formidable and clairvoyant new collection, Runaway, Jorie Graham deepens her vision of our futurity. What of us will survive? Identity may be precarious, but perhaps love is not? Keeping pace with the desperate runaway of climate change, social disruption, our new mass migrations, she struggles to reimagine a habitable present-- a now-- in which we might endure, wary, undaunted, ever-inventive, counting silently towards infinity.

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Subjects
Genres
Poetry
Published
New York, NY : ECCO, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers [2020]
Language
English
Main Author
Jorie Graham, 1950- (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
83 pages ; 24 cm
ISBN
9780063036703
  • All
  • Tree
  • I'm reading your mind
  • My skin is
  • When overfull of pain I
  • Overheard in the herd
  • [To] the last [be] human
  • From the transience
  • Prayer found under floorboard
  • Carnation/re-in
  • Becoming other
  • Thaw
  • Exchange
  • Sam's dream
  • Sam's standing
  • Whereas I had not yet in this life seen
  • Rail
  • I won't live long
  • Scarcely there
  • Un-
  • The hiddenness of the world
  • Runaway
  • It cannot be
  • Whom are you
  • Siri U
  • In the nest
  • The wake off the ferry
  • Poem.
Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Graham (Fast) begins her fifth decade of publishing with a bravura performance that probes the present for what the future will bring. In four sections of long-lined poems, many of which run two-to-four pages in length, moments that are seen, felt, and processed dazzle the reader. Graham sets the stage in the first line of the opening poem: "After the rain stops you can hear the rained-on." The poem's final image is both artificial and natural: "nothing to touch/ where the blinding white thins as the flash moves off/ what had been just the wide-flung yellow poppy." Other poems include texting abbreviations ("u" and "yr"), and by the end, the reader's world feels virtual. The second to last poem, "In the Nest," has the speaker saying goodbye to "Mother": "I tap/ again only to see your/ face erase itself//...An arrow points/ as I descend again/ into your room/ from the sensor// in your ceiling// watching u./ We think this is/ the past." The book ends with a plea from the Earth to "Re-/ member me." Through her signature urgent questioning, Graham makes plain the psychic and physical cost to humans of wrecking the Earth. (Sept.)

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