Blade Poem by Franz Wright
Blade
If I stare into it long enough, the point comes when I don’t know what it’s called, a condition in which lacerations are liable to occur, like a slip of the tongue; when a dropp of blood might billow in a glass of water, blooming in velvet detonation and imparting to it the colorless, tasteless and originless fear in which I wake.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,water
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