God's Silence

God's Silence

by Franz Wright

In this luminous new collection of poems, Franz Wright expands on the spiritual joy he found in his Pulitzer Prize-winning Walking to Marthas Vineyard.

Wright, whom we know as a poet of exquisite miniatures, opens Gods Silence with East Boston, 1996, a powerful long poem that looks back at the darker moments in the formation of his sensibility.

He reaches a new level of acceptance as he intones the paradox I have heard Gods silence like the sun, and marvels at our presumptions:We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplishedeven this, the holiness of things precisely as they are, and never will!Though Wright often seeks forgiveness in these poems, his black wit and self-deprecation are reliably present, and he delights in reminding us that literature will lose, sunlight will win, dont worry.But in this book, literature wins as well.

  • Language: English
  • Category: Poetry
  • Rating: 4.12
  • Pages: 160
  • Publish Date: March 21st 2006 by Knopf
  • Isbn10: 1400043514
  • Isbn13: 9781400043514

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I have known Franz Wrights poetry only through scattered pieces on the internet. Some of his imagery is sublime, as in: Dawn Walks in Blue and Diamonds, which is a poems title, and, I have heard/Gods silence/like the sun, from which the books title derives, and which is so good that I have no quarrel when he (at least) twice repeats it verbatim in later poems. I once heard a recovering addict say, When I got sober, they didn't open the gates of heaven to let me in, but they did open the gates of hell to let me out." Wright appears to have trouble understanding the gates are open: all he has to do is walk through. He gets there, or at least comes to terms with it toward the later stages of the collection, and I suspect the order of the poems is meant to reflect that. There are times when he moves into prayer, the poetry of which may require his own level of faith as when he addresses the Virgin Mother: when you / are everywhere In the movingly spiritual The Walk, the poet finds frightening behavior/on the part of inanimate objects / / the faceless voice / saying, How can you expect energy from above / when you continue to receive it / from below / and are content? The poem After concludes Those were the days all right / And they will come again / Oh, not for me / But they will come. In Admission, one of the volumes concluding (and perhaps conclusive) poems, Wright freshly observes, physical objects themselves / appear to represent / something I cant see / (not yet) ..this bright life / I yesterday only began to love, to understand. Poems I have previously read of Franz Wrights have been almost formal, with more standardized lines.

Once again, Wright's words moved to me tears, as his words frequently speak to both the consolation and the loneliness found in divine silence.

An Admission: With poetry collections, I always have trouble writing the review.

I want him to whittle away at these themes the way he whittles away at his lines, so there is more breathing room.

The thing to do here is to just copy down my favorite poem from it, since it seems to be unavailable on the internet: Introduction How do you do. (See there once was a weird little girl whose weirdness was not all her fault; for her shrink research father kept locked in their vault- like basement not one rat but scores of them, cage stacked on cage of them, tiny red green and yellow electrodes affixed to their skulls.

Really good poetry, though over long.

Wright demands that you soak in his mood for a particular poem (even if retroactively), and with more poems to get through for this, I was a little more inclined to WANT changes of mood.

Born in Vienna, Franz Wright is the author of fourteen collections of poetry. Franz Wright, son of the poet James Wright, began writing when he was very young. James and Franz Wright are the only father and son to have won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.