Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “Flight”

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Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “Flight”
[i basked in you] by Franz Wright
franz wright
And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable.
Franz Wright, from "Night Walk" in God's Silence
from To Myself by Franz Wright
Night Walk, Franz Wright | Calvin and Hobbes | Tuesday, Alex Dimitrov
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by Franz Wright
Will I always be eleven, lonely in this house, reading books that are too hard for me, in the long fatherless hours. The terrible hours of the window, the rain-light on the page, awaiting the letter, the phone call, still your strange elderly child
— Franz Wright, The Poem (via lunamonchtuna)