Spell Poem by Franz Wright

Spell



Some fish for words from shore while others, lacking in such contemplative tact, like to go wading in up to their chins through a torrent of bone-freezing diamond, knife raised, to freeze-frame incarnadine and then bid it as with hermetic wand flow on again, ferociously, transparently, name writ in river.

Sunday, May 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fish,river,words
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