Franz Wright

(18 March 1953 -- / Vienna)

Franz Wright Poems

1. Untitled 3/31/2015
2. Home For Christmas 5/6/2012
3. Spell 5/6/2012
4. Entry In An Unknown Hand 5/6/2012
5. Imago 5/6/2012
6. To 5/6/2012
7. Circle 5/6/2012
8. Wheeling Motel 5/6/2012
9. Bees Of Eleusis 5/6/2012
10. Morning Arrives 5/6/2012
11. The Mailman 5/6/2012
12. Dedication 5/6/2012
13. Thoughts Of A Solitary Farmhouse 5/6/2012
14. Our Conversation 5/6/2012
15. Blade 5/6/2012
16. To Myself 5/6/2012
17. The Face 5/6/2012
18. Postcard 2 5/6/2012
19. Alcohol 5/6/2012

Comments about Franz Wright

  • Patrick Murphy Patrick Murphy (6/7/2012 1:08:00 PM)

    A quick preliminary note that finds FW's poetry open, honest, to the point, raw, acceptably raw, engaging right away.

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Best Poem of Franz Wright


You do look a little ill.

But we can do something about that, now.

Can’t we.

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 ...

Read the full of Alcohol

Wheeling Motel

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There's this line in an unpublished poem of yours.

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