Sometimes it likely appears as if I don't read any poets except Wendell Berry, Mary Karr, R. S. Thomas, and Franz Wright -- but as I'd rather share something rather than nothing, and this poem struck me this week in a re-reading of Wright's Earlier Poems, this is what you get.
The following is from Wright's 1989 collection Entry in an Unknown Hand. Enjoy.
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North Country Entries
By Franz Wright
Do you still know these early leaves, trans-
lucent, shining, spreading on their branches
like green flames?
And the hair-raising stars flowing over the
ridge late at night.
No one home in the house by itself on the
or the 4-story barn up the road, leaning on
The two horses who've opened the gate to their
field, old, wandering around on the lawn.
The sky becoming ominous.
Which is more awful, a sentient or endlessly