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Franz Wright

Blot me out, fill me with nothing but consciousness of the holiness, the meaning of these unseeable, all these unvisitable worlds which surround me: other’s actual thoughts—everything I can’t perceive yet know know it is there. — Franz Wright, from “Why Is The Winter Light,” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006) Advertisements

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Franz Wright

the poem               writing the poet— Anvil of solitude … Heart that wonderfully lasted                                     until I learned how to write what it so longed to say — Franz Wright, from “Poem {for Frank Bidart},” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)

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