Franz Wright

(18 March 1953 -- / Vienna)

Untitled - Poem by Franz Wright

This was the first time I knelt
and with my lips, frightened, kissed
the lit inwardly pink petaled lips.

It was like touching a bird's exposed heart
with your tongue.

Summer dawn flowing into the room parting the
curtains—the lamps dimming—breeze
rendered visible. Lightning,
and then soft applause
from the leaves . . .

Almost children, we lay asleep in love listening to the
rain.

We didn't ask to be born.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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  • Kelly Kurt (3/31/2015 3:08:00 AM)


    ~~~~A beautiful poemFranz.t hank you for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 31, 2015


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