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God's Silence ❮BOOKS❯ ✸ God's Silence Author Franz Wright – Polishdarling.co.uk In this luminous new collection of poems, Franz Wright expands on the spiritual joy he found in his Pulitzer Prize winning Walking to Martha s Vineyard Wright, whom we know as a poet of exquisite mini In this luminous new collection of poems, Franz Wright expands on the spiritual joy he found in his Pulitzer Prize winning Walking to Martha s Vineyard Wright, whom we know as a poet of exquisite miniatures, opens God s Silence with East Boston a powerful long poem that looks back at the darker moments in the formation of his sensibility He shares his private rules for bus riding No eye contact the eyes of the terrified terrify , and recalls, among other experiences, his first encounter with a shotgun, as an eight year old boy In a clearing in the cornstalks it was suggested that I fire on that muttering family of crows Throughout this volume, Wright continues his penetrating study of his own and our collective soul He reaches a new level of acceptance as he intones the paradox I have heard God s silence like the sun, and marvels at our presumptions We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplishedeven this, the holiness of things precisely as they are, and never will Though Wright often seeks forgiveness in these poems, his black wit and self deprecation are reliably present, and he delights in reminding us that literature will lose, sunlight will win, don t worry But in this book, literature wins as well God s Silence is a deeply felt celebration of what poetry and its silences can do for us.


10 thoughts on “God's Silence

  1. Michael McGrinder Michael McGrinder says:

    NOTE I was unaware when I wrote the following review that Franz Wright had died in 2015 at the age of 62 Had I known, I might have written the review somewhat differently I choose now to let it stand as it is I am, meanwhile, saddened that we have lost such a wonderful poet.I have known Franz Wright s poetry only through scattered pieces on the internet There are many He is quite open that he is a recovering addict and a devout Roman Catholic convert, both of which inform much of this vo NOTE I was unaware when I wrote the following review that Franz Wright had died in 2015 at the age of 62 Had I known, I might have written the review somewhat differently I choose now to let it stand as it is I am, meanwhile, saddened that we have lost such a wonderful poet.I have known Franz Wright s poetry only through scattered pieces on the internet There are many He is quite open that he is a recovering addict and a devout Roman Catholic convert, both of which inform much of this volume There is no doubt that the man is a first rate poet Some of his imagery is sublime, as in Dawn Walks in Blue and Diamonds, which is a poem s title, and, I have heard God s silence like the sun, from which the book s title derives, and which is so good that I have no quarrel when he at least twice repeats it verbatim in later poems.A question of fairness nags at me Does one judge a poet on an entire oeuvre or by the current book If the former, must one include a contentious letter attributed to him that found its way online The truth is, the oeuvre cannot be considered complete nor do I have the familiarity required for it , and without seeingof his correspondence, I must chalk that letter up to a bad day And so I discuss only the book at hand This may change once I have readof his work and I will.I once heard a recovering addict say, When I got sober, they didn t open the gates of heaven to let me in, but they did open the gates of hell to let me out Wright appears to have trouble understanding the gates are open all he has to do is walk through He seems to have experienced the sudden white light variety of spiritual awakening while requiring empirical booster shots to maintain It s almost as though he has needed to write himself awake I found myself rooting for him, the equivalent of yelling, Get up, you sonofabitch You can do it He gets there, or at least comes to terms with it toward the later stages of the collection, and I suspect the order of the poems is meant to reflect that.Along the way, he misses few opportunities for self castigation In the cryptically entitled, Father Roger Goes For A Walk, he is in a rectory where he decides, And every day I ll try To do one thing I like, In memory of being happy I want to ask him, What the hell is wrong with now Impermanence is a recurring theme, as in Fading, where Wright sees a solitary candle burning in honor of my first deathday Contrast that with the angels, I think, may desperately envy us this knowledge of what it is like to die to see all things each day in light of their certain vanishing.Realistic, you may protest, and you would be right, but so is a smile or a flower or a kiss Franz, you aren t young enough to be morbidly indulgent indulgently morbid Besides, you have God, recovery and a wife you love Talent, too, an incredible talent.In terms of recovery, he is given to what is known as two stepping i.e getting the first step, acknowledging powerlessness over substance and then immediately becoming concerned for the welfare of others, as witnessed by his reference to an empty chair presumably at a meeting because that s someone who is dying Find him. without doing the work of the intervening ten steps which leads to solid recovery That his addiction continues to be real finds testament in, The Blackout First Anniversary He recalls beingpenniless, Seated at a bar, unable to remember How I came there why is obvious .The line, Blood of his blood, flesh of his ghosttells us he is no longer that person, and yet he finishes I am worn out I can t go on We are uncertain whether this is the drunk or the sober Wright looking back Or is he being deliberately obtuse There are times when he moves into prayer, the poetry of which may require his own level of faith as when he addresses the Virgin Mother when you are everywhereIn the movingly spiritual The Walk, the poet findsfrightening behavior on the part of inanimate objects the faceless voice saying, How can you expect energy from above when you continue to receive it from below and are content I Am Not Content That last statement, with deliberate wide spacing between words, comes as no surprise, yet is powerful as a concise summation of this collection.The poem After concludes Those were the days all right And they will come again Oh, not for me But they will come It is followed by tentative optimismIn a happiness which for reasons best known to Yourself I was blessed with from childhood on that can always come again this time I will not whine I will obey and be forever still.In Admission, one of the volume s concluding and perhaps conclusive poems, Wright freshly observes,physical objects themselves appear to represent something I can t see not yet ..this bright life I yesterday only began to love, to understand.Poems I have previously read of Franz Wright s have been almost formal, withstandardized lines In God s Silence, he isof a risk taker, and while he has earned his place in the camps of T.S Eliot and Dylan Thomas, he ventures here effectively, I think into the abstract realms of e.e cummings and Charles Olson There is an element of suspense in where his work will now take him And us


  2. Claudia Savage Claudia Savage says:

    Franz Wright continues to thrill me with his form Sparse, light between the lines, perfect pauses He creates and I aspire His lines are like a well lit leaf in a dusky forest I couldn t give the collection 5 stars because I ve read all his wonderful books and sometimes I just want him to have a new obsession His constant discussion of his alcoholism and his issues with his dad wear on me a bit I want him to whittle away at these themes the way he whittles away at his lines, so there is mor Franz Wright continues to thrill me with his form Sparse, light between the lines, perfect pauses He creates and I aspire His lines are like a well lit leaf in a dusky forest I couldn t give the collection 5 stars because I ve read all his wonderful books and sometimes I just want him to have a new obsession His constant discussion of his alcoholism and his issues with his dad wear on me a bit I want him to whittle away at these themes the way he whittles away at his lines, so there isbreathing room


  3. Rachel Rachel says:

    I lived as a monster, my only hope is to die like a child His honesty is brutal.


  4. letterbyletter letterbyletter says:

    Rarely does poetry move me to tears But when I first heard Wright read his poetry on the radio, driving in December twilight through some mid western state was it Arizona , I was struck I forgot about him, though, for nearly a year until I stumbled upon this book at Elliot Bay earlier this summer Once again, Wright s words moved to me tears, as his words frequently speak to both the consolation and the loneliness found in divine silence Here are a few of my favorite excerpts And I have he Rarely does poetry move me to tears But when I first heard Wright read his poetry on the radio, driving in December twilight through some mid western state was it Arizona , I was struck I forgot about him, though, for nearly a year until I stumbled upon this book at Elliot Bay earlier this summer Once again, Wright s words moved to me tears, as his words frequently speak to both the consolation and the loneliness found in divine silence Here are a few of my favorite excerpts And I have heard God s silence like the sunand sought to change NowI am just going to listen to the silencetill the Silence The long silences need to be loved, perhapsthan the words which arrive to describe them in time


  5. John Pappas John Pappas says:

    Funny, heart breaking and God hauntednot as direct and nakedly forthright as his Pulitzer Prize winning collection Walking to Martha s Vineyard, but still a powerful, almost prayer like, record of a man questing for meaning and redemption while grappling with thoughts of his own mortality.


  6. Dhanaraj Rajan Dhanaraj Rajan says:

    An Admission With poetry collections, I always have trouble writing the review For, I am not sure whether I will do justice to the poems or justice to the emotions that I felt while reading some of the poems.One of my favourite poems from the collection BEGINNING AGAIN If I could stop talking, completelycease talking for a year, I might beginto get well, he muttered.Off alone again performingbrain surgery on himselfin a small badly litroom with no mirror A roomwhose floor, ceiling and wallsar An Admission With poetry collections, I always have trouble writing the review For, I am not sure whether I will do justice to the poems or justice to the emotions that I felt while reading some of the poems.One of my favourite poems from the collection BEGINNING AGAIN If I could stop talking, completelycease talking for a year, I might beginto get well, he muttered.Off alone again performingbrain surgery on himselfin a small badly litroom with no mirror A roomwhose floor, ceiling and wallsare all mirrors, what a messoh my God And stillit stands,the questionnot how beginagain, but ratherWhy So we sit theretogetherthe mountainand me, Li Posaid, until only the mountainremains


  7. Andrew Andrew says:

    The thing to do here is not to write a review of this beautiful book The thing to do here is to just copy down my favorite poem from it, since it seems to be unavailable on the internet IntroductionHow do you do I am the brokenbird hidden in a grass filled shoeboxand gradually nursed to death by some neglected childI m the crazy woman whose pet rat rides her left shoulderdrinking her tears Wait a minute allow me to regress Seethere once was a weird little girlwhose weirdness was not all h The thing to do here is not to write a review of this beautiful book The thing to do here is to just copy down my favorite poem from it, since it seems to be unavailable on the internet IntroductionHow do you do I am the brokenbird hidden in a grass filled shoeboxand gradually nursed to death by some neglected childI m the crazy woman whose pet rat rides her left shoulderdrinking her tears Wait a minute allow me to regress Seethere once was a weird little girlwhose weirdness was not all her fault for her shrink research fatherkept locked in their vault like basement not one rat but scores of them, cagestacked on cage of them, tinyred green and yellow electrodes affixed to their skulls.I mean really.I think I myself would turn into a strangelittle mouse, forgetgirl, ifbrought up in that house she secretly possessed, you see,to that truly fucked up Dad s underworld,her own bright silver key OK.And I am her muteness, the blue of her eyeslike the color of light filling upvacant airliners cabins at dawn, and her night dreams, far happier andrealthan any psychiatrist s BMW life Whichis as it should be it isthe only rest and darkthe onlyinfinitely lonelyand cruel gift that psychosis has to offer.I am her to learnto bearthe beams of love,what else Bellsthrough the leaves, I am here to endure thebells tollingundergroundlike you a guest, a ghost hereEverything will be forgottenAnd either I am too aloneor I am notalone enoughto make each momentholy No one bats 1000, friendno onebats 500 And I have heard God s silence like the sunand sought to change NowI m just going to listen to the silencetill the Silence


  8. Andrew Andrew says:

    Really good poetry, though over long I saw Franz Wright at the Festival of Faith and Writing and was blown away by his thoughts and reading He is a poet supremely concerned with the big questions in life and not in the market for easy answers But, at the same time, he is not afraid of being disarmingly confessional in his poems Though it is heresy to confuse the speaker of the poem with the author, I m pretty sure many of these poems are purely autobiographical, and powerful because of that.


  9. Anne Kat Alexander Anne Kat Alexander says:

    And occasionally I weep to think of how one could write such beautiful tortures.


  10. Richard Richard says:

    Normally, I cringe a little at poetry collectionsthan 50 pages in length barring anthologies and collected and selected, of course , for usually longer collections end up feeling way too loose, kind of like watching a needlessly included deleted scene I end up sitting there, saying, Yup, that should have been cut Maybe there s business pressure sometimes to put out a longer collection since I myself have picked up a 40 page book and seen the price and have said to myself, , bu Normally, I cringe a little at poetry collectionsthan 50 pages in length barring anthologies and collected and selected, of course , for usually longer collections end up feeling way too loose, kind of like watching a needlessly included deleted scene I end up sitting there, saying, Yup, that should have been cut Maybe there s business pressure sometimes to put out a longer collection since I myself have picked up a 40 page book and seen the price and have said to myself, , but when something like James Tate s Memoir of the Hawk lands in my lap and I start to go through it, I find either that a good third of the poems could go, or even worse , the longer expanse of work lets me see that poet s shtick a typical strategy for getting into a poem that, over an expanse of a collection, becomes wearisome rather than insightful.But Franz Wright, at the top of his game, inspires me to fold over the corner of the page as a poem to save for later, to nose through when I m looking for a firecracker of a read, and in God s Silence, I had a full collection of that Yes, these 140 pages of poems could have made for 50 or so pages of collection that could have warranted Franz another medal, but when it comes to the category of novel length collections of poems, this one is among the best I ve read Hard to say anything new here about what I like about these poems Wright is awfully emotive, from despair to joy to just plain fucking laughs, and it is always a pleasure to find poetry that has that kind of direct, emotive appeal One thing I may put forth as a good rationale for a longer collection here is that I found myself a littleprepared to change gears between poems Wright demands that you soak in his mood for a particular poem even if retroactively , and withpoems to get through for this, I was a littleinclined to WANT changes of mood I ve already put in my order for his September collection, cuz I just want his train to keep going


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10 thoughts on “God's Silence

  1. Michael McGrinder Michael McGrinder says:

    NOTE I was unaware when I wrote the following review that Franz Wright had died in 2015 at the age of 62 Had I known, I might have written the review somewhat differently I choose now to let it stand as it is I am, meanwhile, saddened that we have lost such a wonderful poet.I have known Franz Wright s poetry only through scattered pieces on the internet There are many He is quite open that he is a recovering addict and a devout Roman Catholic convert, both of which inform much of this vo NOTE I was unaware when I wrote the following review that Franz Wright had died in 2015 at the age of 62 Had I known, I might have written the review somewhat differently I choose now to let it stand as it is I am, meanwhile, saddened that we have lost such a wonderful poet.I have known Franz Wright s poetry only through scattered pieces on the internet There are many He is quite open that he is a recovering addict and a devout Roman Catholic convert, both of which inform much of this volume There is no doubt that the man is a first rate poet Some of his imagery is sublime, as in Dawn Walks in Blue and Diamonds, which is a poem s title, and, I have heard God s silence like the sun, from which the book s title derives, and which is so good that I have no quarrel when he at least twice repeats it verbatim in later poems.A question of fairness nags at me Does one judge a poet on an entire oeuvre or by the current book If the former, must one include a contentious letter attributed to him that found its way online The truth is, the oeuvre cannot be considered complete nor do I have the familiarity required for it , and without seeingof his correspondence, I must chalk that letter up to a bad day And so I discuss only the book at hand This may change once I have readof his work and I will.I once heard a recovering addict say, When I got sober, they didn t open the gates of heaven to let me in, but they did open the gates of hell to let me out Wright appears to have trouble understanding the gates are open all he has to do is walk through He seems to have experienced the sudden white light variety of spiritual awakening while requiring empirical booster shots to maintain It s almost as though he has needed to write himself awake I found myself rooting for him, the equivalent of yelling, Get up, you sonofabitch You can do it He gets there, or at least comes to terms with it toward the later stages of the collection, and I suspect the order of the poems is meant to reflect that.Along the way, he misses few opportunities for self castigation In the cryptically entitled, Father Roger Goes For A Walk, he is in a rectory where he decides, And every day I ll try To do one thing I like, In memory of being happy I want to ask him, What the hell is wrong with now Impermanence is a recurring theme, as in Fading, where Wright sees a solitary candle burning in honor of my first deathday Contrast that with the angels, I think, may desperately envy us this knowledge of what it is like to die to see all things each day in light of their certain vanishing.Realistic, you may protest, and you would be right, but so is a smile or a flower or a kiss Franz, you aren t young enough to be morbidly indulgent indulgently morbid Besides, you have God, recovery and a wife you love Talent, too, an incredible talent.In terms of recovery, he is given to what is known as two stepping i.e getting the first step, acknowledging powerlessness over substance and then immediately becoming concerned for the welfare of others, as witnessed by his reference to an empty chair presumably at a meeting because that s someone who is dying Find him. without doing the work of the intervening ten steps which leads to solid recovery That his addiction continues to be real finds testament in, The Blackout First Anniversary He recalls beingpenniless, Seated at a bar, unable to remember How I came there why is obvious .The line, Blood of his blood, flesh of his ghosttells us he is no longer that person, and yet he finishes I am worn out I can t go on We are uncertain whether this is the drunk or the sober Wright looking back Or is he being deliberately obtuse There are times when he moves into prayer, the poetry of which may require his own level of faith as when he addresses the Virgin Mother when you are everywhereIn the movingly spiritual The Walk, the poet findsfrightening behavior on the part of inanimate objects the faceless voice saying, How can you expect energy from above when you continue to receive it from below and are content I Am Not Content That last statement, with deliberate wide spacing between words, comes as no surprise, yet is powerful as a concise summation of this collection.The poem After concludes Those were the days all right And they will come again Oh, not for me But they will come It is followed by tentative optimismIn a happiness which for reasons best known to Yourself I was blessed with from childhood on that can always come again this time I will not whine I will obey and be forever still.In Admission, one of the volume s concluding and perhaps conclusive poems, Wright freshly observes,physical objects themselves appear to represent something I can t see not yet ..this bright life I yesterday only began to love, to understand.Poems I have previously read of Franz Wright s have been almost formal, withstandardized lines In God s Silence, he isof a risk taker, and while he has earned his place in the camps of T.S Eliot and Dylan Thomas, he ventures here effectively, I think into the abstract realms of e.e cummings and Charles Olson There is an element of suspense in where his work will now take him And us


  2. Claudia Savage Claudia Savage says:

    Franz Wright continues to thrill me with his form Sparse, light between the lines, perfect pauses He creates and I aspire His lines are like a well lit leaf in a dusky forest I couldn t give the collection 5 stars because I ve read all his wonderful books and sometimes I just want him to have a new obsession His constant discussion of his alcoholism and his issues with his dad wear on me a bit I want him to whittle away at these themes the way he whittles away at his lines, so there is mor Franz Wright continues to thrill me with his form Sparse, light between the lines, perfect pauses He creates and I aspire His lines are like a well lit leaf in a dusky forest I couldn t give the collection 5 stars because I ve read all his wonderful books and sometimes I just want him to have a new obsession His constant discussion of his alcoholism and his issues with his dad wear on me a bit I want him to whittle away at these themes the way he whittles away at his lines, so there isbreathing room


  3. Rachel Rachel says:

    I lived as a monster, my only hope is to die like a child His honesty is brutal.


  4. letterbyletter letterbyletter says:

    Rarely does poetry move me to tears But when I first heard Wright read his poetry on the radio, driving in December twilight through some mid western state was it Arizona , I was struck I forgot about him, though, for nearly a year until I stumbled upon this book at Elliot Bay earlier this summer Once again, Wright s words moved to me tears, as his words frequently speak to both the consolation and the loneliness found in divine silence Here are a few of my favorite excerpts And I have he Rarely does poetry move me to tears But when I first heard Wright read his poetry on the radio, driving in December twilight through some mid western state was it Arizona , I was struck I forgot about him, though, for nearly a year until I stumbled upon this book at Elliot Bay earlier this summer Once again, Wright s words moved to me tears, as his words frequently speak to both the consolation and the loneliness found in divine silence Here are a few of my favorite excerpts And I have heard God s silence like the sunand sought to change NowI am just going to listen to the silencetill the Silence The long silences need to be loved, perhapsthan the words which arrive to describe them in time


  5. John Pappas John Pappas says:

    Funny, heart breaking and God hauntednot as direct and nakedly forthright as his Pulitzer Prize winning collection Walking to Martha s Vineyard, but still a powerful, almost prayer like, record of a man questing for meaning and redemption while grappling with thoughts of his own mortality.


  6. Dhanaraj Rajan Dhanaraj Rajan says:

    An Admission With poetry collections, I always have trouble writing the review For, I am not sure whether I will do justice to the poems or justice to the emotions that I felt while reading some of the poems.One of my favourite poems from the collection BEGINNING AGAIN If I could stop talking, completelycease talking for a year, I might beginto get well, he muttered.Off alone again performingbrain surgery on himselfin a small badly litroom with no mirror A roomwhose floor, ceiling and wallsar An Admission With poetry collections, I always have trouble writing the review For, I am not sure whether I will do justice to the poems or justice to the emotions that I felt while reading some of the poems.One of my favourite poems from the collection BEGINNING AGAIN If I could stop talking, completelycease talking for a year, I might beginto get well, he muttered.Off alone again performingbrain surgery on himselfin a small badly litroom with no mirror A roomwhose floor, ceiling and wallsare all mirrors, what a messoh my God And stillit stands,the questionnot how beginagain, but ratherWhy So we sit theretogetherthe mountainand me, Li Posaid, until only the mountainremains


  7. Andrew Andrew says:

    The thing to do here is not to write a review of this beautiful book The thing to do here is to just copy down my favorite poem from it, since it seems to be unavailable on the internet IntroductionHow do you do I am the brokenbird hidden in a grass filled shoeboxand gradually nursed to death by some neglected childI m the crazy woman whose pet rat rides her left shoulderdrinking her tears Wait a minute allow me to regress Seethere once was a weird little girlwhose weirdness was not all h The thing to do here is not to write a review of this beautiful book The thing to do here is to just copy down my favorite poem from it, since it seems to be unavailable on the internet IntroductionHow do you do I am the brokenbird hidden in a grass filled shoeboxand gradually nursed to death by some neglected childI m the crazy woman whose pet rat rides her left shoulderdrinking her tears Wait a minute allow me to regress Seethere once was a weird little girlwhose weirdness was not all her fault for her shrink research fatherkept locked in their vault like basement not one rat but scores of them, cagestacked on cage of them, tinyred green and yellow electrodes affixed to their skulls.I mean really.I think I myself would turn into a strangelittle mouse, forgetgirl, ifbrought up in that house she secretly possessed, you see,to that truly fucked up Dad s underworld,her own bright silver key OK.And I am her muteness, the blue of her eyeslike the color of light filling upvacant airliners cabins at dawn, and her night dreams, far happier andrealthan any psychiatrist s BMW life Whichis as it should be it isthe only rest and darkthe onlyinfinitely lonelyand cruel gift that psychosis has to offer.I am her to learnto bearthe beams of love,what else Bellsthrough the leaves, I am here to endure thebells tollingundergroundlike you a guest, a ghost hereEverything will be forgottenAnd either I am too aloneor I am notalone enoughto make each momentholy No one bats 1000, friendno onebats 500 And I have heard God s silence like the sunand sought to change NowI m just going to listen to the silencetill the Silence


  8. Andrew Andrew says:

    Really good poetry, though over long I saw Franz Wright at the Festival of Faith and Writing and was blown away by his thoughts and reading He is a poet supremely concerned with the big questions in life and not in the market for easy answers But, at the same time, he is not afraid of being disarmingly confessional in his poems Though it is heresy to confuse the speaker of the poem with the author, I m pretty sure many of these poems are purely autobiographical, and powerful because of that.


  9. Anne Kat Alexander Anne Kat Alexander says:

    And occasionally I weep to think of how one could write such beautiful tortures.


  10. Richard Richard says:

    Normally, I cringe a little at poetry collectionsthan 50 pages in length barring anthologies and collected and selected, of course , for usually longer collections end up feeling way too loose, kind of like watching a needlessly included deleted scene I end up sitting there, saying, Yup, that should have been cut Maybe there s business pressure sometimes to put out a longer collection since I myself have picked up a 40 page book and seen the price and have said to myself, , bu Normally, I cringe a little at poetry collectionsthan 50 pages in length barring anthologies and collected and selected, of course , for usually longer collections end up feeling way too loose, kind of like watching a needlessly included deleted scene I end up sitting there, saying, Yup, that should have been cut Maybe there s business pressure sometimes to put out a longer collection since I myself have picked up a 40 page book and seen the price and have said to myself, , but when something like James Tate s Memoir of the Hawk lands in my lap and I start to go through it, I find either that a good third of the poems could go, or even worse , the longer expanse of work lets me see that poet s shtick a typical strategy for getting into a poem that, over an expanse of a collection, becomes wearisome rather than insightful.But Franz Wright, at the top of his game, inspires me to fold over the corner of the page as a poem to save for later, to nose through when I m looking for a firecracker of a read, and in God s Silence, I had a full collection of that Yes, these 140 pages of poems could have made for 50 or so pages of collection that could have warranted Franz another medal, but when it comes to the category of novel length collections of poems, this one is among the best I ve read Hard to say anything new here about what I like about these poems Wright is awfully emotive, from despair to joy to just plain fucking laughs, and it is always a pleasure to find poetry that has that kind of direct, emotive appeal One thing I may put forth as a good rationale for a longer collection here is that I found myself a littleprepared to change gears between poems Wright demands that you soak in his mood for a particular poem even if retroactively , and withpoems to get through for this, I was a littleinclined to WANT changes of mood I ve already put in my order for his September collection, cuz I just want his train to keep going


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