Franz Wright
I dreamed you came and sat beside meon the bed It was something that you hadto tell me I dreamed you came and sat beside me Like a drowning at a baptism — Franz Wright, from “Gone,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
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Franz Wright
I dreamed you came and sat beside meon the bed It was something that you hadto tell me I dreamed you came and sat beside me Like a drowning at a baptism — Franz Wright, from “Gone,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
Franz Wright
Dedication It’s true I never write, but I would gladly die with you.Gladly lower myself down alone with you into the enormous mouththat waits, beyond youth, beyond every instant of ecstasy, remember:before battle we would do each other’s makeup, comb each other’s hair outsaying we are unconquerable, we are terrible and splendid—the mouth waiting, patiently… Continue reading Franz Wright
Franz Wright
You were gone lovevoice invisiblepresence for lack of whichwelling up how would I live No lightbulbsAnd how would I writewithoutlight corner of Nowhere and Everywhere, I swear on my own graveI’ll never move again — Franz Wright, “Moving,” The Beforelife. (Knopf; 1 Reprint edition April 2, 2002)
Franz Wright
And let me ask you this: the dead,where aren’t they? — Franz Wright, from “The Visiting,” God’s Silence. (Knopf; y First printing edition March 21, 2006)
Franz Wright
Night Walk The all-night convenience store’s emptyand no one is behind the counter.You open and shut the glass door a few timescausing a bell to go off,but no one appears. You only cameto buy a pack of cigarettes, maybea copy of yesterday’s newspaper —finally you take one and leavethirty-five cents in its place.It is freezing,… Continue reading Franz Wright
Franz Wright
And the night smells like snow. / Walking home for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable. — Franz Wright, from “Night Walk,” God’s Silence. (Knopf; y First printing edition March 21, 2006)
Franz Wright
Circle Drawn in Water I think somewhere there is a roomin which I am livingan old man in the future,in a windyroom where I’m sitting and reading trying to make outbent over a three-legged table these words I’m now writing— in what will then bepassing for the present,blindly trying to read to rememberthe roomthe light… Continue reading Franz Wright
Franz Wright
we are traveling somewhere together aloneGod knows where we are going, and who careswe’re together, walkingand happily talkingand laughing, and breathing. — Franz Wright, from “Flight,” Walking to Martha’s Vineyard ( Knopf, 2003)
Franz Wright
There’s this line in an unpublished poem of yours.The river is like that,a blind familiar. The wind will die down when I say so;the leaden and lessening light onthe current. Then the moon will riselike the word reconciliation,like Walt Whitman examining the tear on a dead face. — Franz Wright, from “Wheeling Motel” Wheeling Motel. (Knopf;… Continue reading Franz Wright
The Vale of Soul-Making 