Wright, "Address"

Remember us, you not

yet here. Of the sparrow-colored
fields

of mid-November, we the
perceivers, the
sayers
and rememberers:

call us
to mind, say the words
in our name —

they are our name, who breathed

here in these underground cloud-
darkened wind-uttered
fields, and spoke
like you

each object’s word.


Franz Wright

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