Wednesday, April 12, 2017

#PoetryBreak: from Littlefoot

The Alphabet is No Language (M.A. Reilly, 2011)

          - Charles Wright

I am the sign, I am the letter.
I am the language that cannot be come to terms with.
I will go to my resting place and will not be born again.

I am what is scattered and cannot be gathered up.
I am small, I am silence, I am what is not found.

from Wright, Charles. Littlefoot: A Poem (p. 7). New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

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