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GOD'S SILENCE Poems
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GOD'S SILENCE Poems Hardcover - 2006

by WRIGHT, FRANZ

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NY: ALFRED A . KNOPF. NICE, UNMARKED COPY. . Fine. Hardcover. First Edition. 2006.
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  • Title GOD'S SILENCE Poems
  • Author WRIGHT, FRANZ
  • Binding Hardcover
  • Edition First Edition
  • Condition Used - Fine
  • Pages 144
  • Volumes 1
  • Language ENG
  • Publisher ALFRED A . KNOPF, NY
  • Date 2006
  • Bookseller's Inventory # 000793
  • ISBN 9781400043514 / 1400043514
  • Weight 0.75 lbs (0.34 kg)
  • Dimensions 8.68 x 6.14 x 0.69 in (22.05 x 15.60 x 1.75 cm)
  • Library of Congress Catalog Number 2005051036
  • Dewey Decimal Code B

From the publisher

Franz Wright was born in Vienna in 1953 and grew up in the Northwest, the Midwest, and Northern California. His most recent works include Ill Lit: Selected & New Poems, The Beforelife (a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize), and Walking to Martha’s Vineyard (which won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry). He has been the recipient of two National Endowment for the Arts grants, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Fellowship, and the PEN/Voelcker Prize, among other honors. He lives in Waltham, Massachusetts, with his wife, the translator and writer Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright.

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Excerpt

Woods Hole Ferry


Crossing briefly this mirrory still Galilean blue water to the heaven

of the affluent, the users-up, unconsciously remote

from knowing themselves

our owners and starvers, occupying

as they always have, to no purpose,

the mansions and the beauty of the earth

for this short while

before

we all meet and enter at the same door.