#  "Death," a poem by Jorie Graham  

 





April 04, 2024

 

 

 "Death" by Jorie Graham was featured in the April 8th issue of *The New Yorker*. An excerpt is included below.  
  
flashed her brights at me.  
She was driving straight into the sun.  
Her dark glasses flared  
as she went by.

 Midday wintering light  
oiled gently up every tree,  
half-brightening, half-  
darkening,

 stones here and there in walls  
picked out & pointed to  
by the adamant  
winter sun,  
  
and the branches in the air, and the branches draped across the roads  
as shadows  
were siblings of a kind  
I didn’t want to think about.

 Read the full poem [here.](https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/04/08/death-jorie-graham-poem)



 

 

 



 

 

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