Graham Duncan

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Graham Duncan Poems

about how they open and close,
but sometimes are hard to open
again, or, once open, to close,
at least tightly; how some walls
...

I am the wraith.
For a moment I belong
to the woman behind me,
tall, slim, erect,
...

Every tree is an ancestor tree,
not just grandfather redwoods.
Every sapling, every sprout,
carries that majesty,
...

The world, we now hear,
is all bits and pieces
that somehow cohere
(or only appear to),
...

The Best Poem Of Graham Duncan

About Doors

about how they open and close,
but sometimes are hard to open
again, or, once open, to close,
at least tightly; how some walls
are painted to look like doors,
convincingly so, but will not
swing wide, the knob stubbornly fixed;
how we hope doors will shut
something firmly in or out;
how a back door defines those who
use it; how a side door can serve
better than some fancy front doors
(the ones we know are all front):
how a door in the floor can trap;
how we discover soon or late
there are no Open Sesames,
that all doors but the weather kind
are more trouble than they're worth;
how you know there's one door that
will open only once and only for you.

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