I had grasped God’s garment in the void
but my hand slipped
on the rich silk of it.
… for though I claw at empty air and feel
nothing, no embrace,
I have not plummeted.
from Suspended by Denise Levertov
I had grasped God’s garment in the void
but my hand slipped
on the rich silk of it.
… for though I claw at empty air and feel
nothing, no embrace,
I have not plummeted.
Pensive melancholy today from Franz Wright, yet another Pulitzer
Prize-winner and Salmagundi contributor. Here’s “A Successful Day” from
Issue #144-145 of 2004-05.
text: FAITH by WILLIAM LESSARD