Friday, April 04, 2008

Friday Poetry: Franz Wright

It's National Poetry Month! Happy National Poetry Month! During National Poetry Month, I get Emails every day that have poems in them! Here's one of those poems!

(And p.s., I've been home all day with a cold and didn't post until now, when Friday's just this side of over. What are you gonna do.)

Franz Wright
Publication Date

One of the few pleasures of writing
is the thought of one's book in the hands of a kindhearted
intelligent person somewhere. I can't remember what the others are right now.
I just noticed that it is my own private

National I Hate Myself and Want to Die Day
(which means the next day I will love my life
and want to live forever). The forecast calls
for a cold night in Boston all morning

and all afternoon. They say
tomorrow will be just like today,
only different. I'm in the cemetery now
at the edge of town, how did I get here?

A sparrow limps past on its little bone crutch saying
I am Federico García Lorca
risen from the dead—
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.


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