rooms, franz wright

 

Rooms

Rooms I (I will not say
worked in) once heard in. Words
my mouth heard
then—be
with me. Rooms,
you open onto one
another: still house
this life, be in me
when I leave

from Earlier Poems, Franz Wright. Knopf, 2007 and knopf-doubleday, poem-a-day for the month of April.

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