Franz Wright Poems
|2.||Home For Christmas||5/6/2012|
|4.||Entry In An Unknown Hand||5/6/2012|
|9.||Bees Of Eleusis||5/6/2012|
|13.||Thoughts Of A Solitary Farmhouse||5/6/2012|
Comments about Franz Wright
You do look a little ill.
But we can do something about that, now.
The fact is you’re a shocking wreck.
Do you hear me.
You aren’t all alone.
And you could use some help today, packing in the
dark, boarding buses north, putting the seat back and
grinning with terror flowing over your legs through
your fingers and hair . . .
I was always waiting, always here.
Know anyone else who can say that.
My advice to you is think of her for what she is:
one more name cut in the scar of your ...
The vast waters flow past its back yard.
You can purchase a six-pack in bars!
Tammy Wynette's on the marquee
a block down. It's twenty-five years ago:
you went to death, I to life, and
which was luckier God only knows.
There's this line in an unpublished poem of yours.