The long hours without the sun need to be loved, like the potato loves the dark dirt or the potter loves plastic soils. We love the clay as much as the shape it describes or the words they reference.
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps
more than the words
which arrive
to describe them
in time.
--Franz Wright, from "Home Remedy," God's Silence: Poems, Alfred A. Knopf, 2008
The long silences need to be loved, perhapsmore than the words
which arrive
to describe them
in time.
--Franz Wright, from "Home Remedy," God's Silence: Poems, Alfred A. Knopf, 2008
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