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Franz Wright

I have to sleep to think sometimes—
waking into sleep
where we find a world reversed
where muteness is speech, blindness
sight, deafness music
that haunts you alone, and that place
exists where the poem is not
written; where the need to write
is not.

— Franz Wright, from “Untitled,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)

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