It's a sin when success complains

Four poems by Franz Wright:

Year One

I was still standing
on a northern corner

Moonlit winter clouds the color of the desperation of wolves.

Proof
of Your existence? There is nothing
but.

On Earth

Resurrection of the little apple tree outside
my window, leaf -
light of late
in the April
called her eyes, forget
forget --
but how
How does one go
about dying? Who on earth
is going to teach me --
The world
is filled with people
who have never died.

Promise

Long nights, short years. Forgiving
silence.

When morning comes, and pain --

no one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.

Diary Otherwise Empty

Caught a brown trout in a trickle of creek;

looks like rain.

When he is no longer needed Christ will come again.