The poet’s gift is never for the poet’s self, but for another: ‘Hush, hush. All injury / is feeling.’
Allen Grossman, from “Poet’s Sampler: Joanna Klink,” Boston Review (1 April 2000)
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Joanna Klink, excerpt of “Sorting”, from Raptus
Joanna Klink from “Sorting & Wonder of Birds”
When I wake up I am responsible
When I wake up alone, I am forced to see
Over the ossified earth the waters are rising
I avert my eyes
Each of us who has a home—
we darken
And the wonder of birds is that they still rise
The wonder of birds
I believe in what is gentle in us, despite what we have done
I believe I can praise everything I am not permitted to become
I believe there is no love in bluntness
but in the struggle toward attention
which is light
god, I am so in love with Joanna’s brilliance and radical kindness and gentle, fierce, enduring beauty of spirit. and so grateful for my time working with her. swoon.
Joanna Klink on Jorie Graham’s Swarm (full text)
Joanna Klink from Raptus
Little Bristling Soul 