Rosary
by Franz Wright
Mother of space, inner virgin with no one face— See them flying to see you be near you, when you are everywhere.
originally published in God’s Silence (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006).
by Franz Wright
Mother of space, inner virgin with no one face— See them flying to see you be near you, when you are everywhere.
originally published in God’s Silence (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006).
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Curiously, uexpectedly wonderful, a lot of lovely meaning coming from deep somewhere into my early-morning coffeetime reverie (it is 6:30am and the poem has appeared to me like a wink or a secret hahdshake.) It's like a needle in the haystack day.
Masterful.