The street outside
the window says
I don't miss you, and I don't wish you well
Says crocuses
coaxed out of hiding
and killed in the snow
Says six o'clock and a billion black birds
wheeling, and the dusk stars
wait, and the avalanche waits--
And have you looked at the paper today
Medical research discloses
that everyone is going to die
of something
Ulterior avenues, I will not take you
Supernaturally articulate pencil, where the heaven
of lost objects are you
Beginning summer now, incredibly close
clouds like an illustration
that disturbed you as a child
Appalling and incomprehensible mercy--
The seeing see only this world.
---Franz Wright
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