Wheeling Motel

The vast waters flow past its back yard.
You can purchase a six-pack in bars!
Tammy Wynette’s on the marquee

a block down. It’s twenty-five years ago:
you went to death, I to life, and
which was luckier God only knows.

There’s this line in an unpublished poem of yours.
The river is like that,
a blind familiar.

The wind will die down when I say so;
the leaden and lessening light on
the current.

Then the moon will rise
like the word reconciliation,
like Walt Whitman examining the tear on a dead face.

– Franz Wright

savagedefectives:

franz wright and his dad, james wright, are the only parent/child duo to have both won the pulitzer prize in the same category 

quotes from his wikipedia page, criticism section: “[his poems are] like tiny jewels shaped by blunt, ruined fingers–miraculous gifts.” “crude, unprocessed sewage of suffering” “compression of both pain and joy” “like walking through a plate-glass window on purpose”