What a black road this is
—Franz Wright, Winter: Twilight & Dawn—
On this unshadowed street
the uncaged breeze
kisses the greedy leaves
of the ancient sugarberry
home to a universe of secrets.
And where is that sly black road?
Under my feet
or miles and lifetimes away?
I’m on the lookout
for a long black road,
and if I don’t find it,
when and where, I ask,
will it find me?
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I've been on a black road and you don't want to be there.
ReplyDeleteBecause even when you leave the black road; it doesn't leave you.