One of Franz Wright’s miniatures—those exquisite small poems which open up worlds. (This one originally appeared in his Entry in an Unknown Hand, 1989).
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
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