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NEWS FEATURE: Franz Wright’s Poem `Cloudless Snowfall’

c. 2004 Religion News Service (UNDATED) CLOUDLESS SNOWFALL Great big flakes like white ashes at nightfall descending abruptly everywhere and vanishing in this hand like the host on somebody’s put-out tongue, she turns the crucifix over to me, still warm from her touch two years later and thank you, I say all alone _ Vast […]

c. 2004 Religion News Service

(UNDATED) CLOUDLESS SNOWFALL

Great big flakes like white ashes

at nightfall descending

abruptly everywhere

and vanishing

in this hand like the host

on somebody’s put-out tongue, she

turns the crucifix over

to me, still warm

from her touch two years later

and thank you,

I say all alone _

Vast whisp-whisp of wingbeats

awakens me and I look up

at a minute-long string of black geese

following low past the moon the white

course of the snow-covered river and

by the way thank You for

keeping Your face hidden, I

can hardly bear the beauty of this world.

_ Franz Wright

(“Walking to Martha’s Vineyard,” Knopf, 2003. Excerpt published with author’s permission.)

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