WORDS
By #FranzWright
I don’t know where they come from.
I can summon them
(sometimes I can)
into my mind,
into my fingers,
I don’t know why. Or I’ll suddenly hear them
walking, sometimes
waking—
they don’t often come when I need them.
When I need them most terribly,
never.
THE FIRE
By #FranzWright
Listen, I’ve light
in my eyes
and on my skin
the warmth of a star, so strange
is this
that I
can barely comprehend it:
I think
I’ll lift my face to it, and then
I lift my face,
WORDS
I don’t know where they come from.
I can summon them
(sometimes I can)
into my mind,
into my fingers,
I don’t know why. Or I’ll suddenly hear them
walking, sometimes
waking—
they don’t often come when I need them.
When I need them most terribly,
never.
- #FranzWright
The poet who wrote
“…Come disdain of the dreamhand for grammar/and fame…”
(“Slander”)
appears to be included - (!)
A Century of Poetry in The New Yorker
1925-2025
nice to see this
morgensternbooks.com/book/9780593...
#FranzWright #TheNewYorker #Poetry
From Franz Wright's book, Walking to Martha's Vineyard: bookshop.org/a/862/978037...
#poem #poetry #franzwright #writing #books
#booksky #poetrysky Discovered the work of #FranzWright a few minutes ago, although his work has OBVIOUSLY been around much longer. These three poems knocked my socks off: bulletin.hds.harvard.edu/three-poems-...
#NP: #NowPlaying:
David Sylvian featuring Franz Wright & Christian Fennesz - 'There's A Light That Enters Houses With No Other House In Sight' (2014)
cd2300
#playall #playallyourcdsagain #playallyouralbumsagain #albumcollection #DavidSylvian #FranzWright #ChristianFennesz #Fennesz
