“I basked in you;
I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.
And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.
in my opinion you aren’t dead.
(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)”
― Franz Wright, Walking to Martha’s Vineyard
In grad school I took a poetry class called Books to Break You into Hoarse Sobs. One week everyone just brought in the saddest poem they could find, and this was the clear winner. No one could even manage to read it aloud. pic.twitter.com/u7PyoKB9p9
— Aimee Pokwatka (@AimeePokwatka) June 4, 2019