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Franz Wright|Poetry

March 17, 2009

“Visiting the Library in a Strange City”

The words reappear, slowly 

developing 
on a vast unknown 
but precise number of pages 
as I enter: the great building 
empty of visitors 
except for me, reading 
the minds of the dead — 
moving with exaggerated 
and slow-motion care, 
as when assigned to lead 
the blind kid to his classroom 
forty years ago, 
down rows 
between dusty volumes, a light 
snow beginning.
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