"While they were considering whether to stone her -
and why not? - he knelt
and with his finger wrote
something in the dust. We are
as you know made from
dust, and the unknown
word
was, therefore, and is
and forever will be
written in our flesh
in gray folds of memory's
flesh. En
archē ēn ho Lógos:"
-"Love" by Franz Wright ("God's Silence", 2008)
This poem is from the poetry collection I am currently reading, "God's Silence", and while I haven't finished the book yet this poem was just too good not to go ahead and share. Once I finish the book there may be a review in the works but for now just enjoy!
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