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Franz Wright

              The first bird
talking to the last stars—

maybe it was you
who woke me today in the dark;
I know you’re still around here somewhere.

I love you, therefore you are here.

— Franz Wright, from “For Frank Stanford,” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)

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