#franz wright

[feral-ballad]

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

[havingapoemwithyou]

[i basked in you] by Franz Wright

[apocryphics]

franz wright

[petaltexturedskies]

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

[journalofsolitude]

from To Myself by Franz Wright

[typewriter-worries]

Night Walk, Franz Wright | Calvin and Hobbes | Tuesday, Alex Dimitrov

[apoemaday]

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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

[lunamonchtuna]

— Franz Wright, The Poem (via lunamonchtuna)