Franz Wright

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

If only I could tell someone.The humiliation I go throughwhen I think of my pastcan only be described as grace.We are created by being destroyed.

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn't prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)