Do you still know these early leaves, trans-
lucent, shining, spreading on their branches
like green flames?
And the hair-raising stars flowing over the
ridge late at night …
No one home in the house by itself on the
or the 4-story barn up the road, leaning on
The two horses who’ve opened the gate to their
field, old, wandering around on the lawn.
The sky becoming ominous.
Which is more awful, a sentient or endlessly
—Franz Wright, “North Country Entries”
Art Credit Ross Bleckner