"This sky like an infinite tenderness, I have caught
glimpses of that, often, so often, and never yet have
I described it, I can’t, somehow, I never will.
How is it that I didn’t spend my whole life being happy, loving
other human beings’ faces.
And wave after wave, the ocean smells like lilacs in
late August."
'Walking to Martha’s Vineyard', by Franz Wright
From http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/article/242682
glimpses of that, often, so often, and never yet have
I described it, I can’t, somehow, I never will.
How is it that I didn’t spend my whole life being happy, loving
other human beings’ faces.
And wave after wave, the ocean smells like lilacs in
late August."
'Walking to Martha’s Vineyard', by Franz Wright
From http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/article/242682
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