The Earth Will Come Back From the Dead
Franz Wright
Down empty roads gray with rain;
through branches
of new leaves then still
more light than leaf;
from turning alone, unperceived, with its sleeping, the wind
the transfiguring wind
in their leaves ...
from turning, slowly
turning, turning
green
when everyone is gone.
through branches
of new leaves then still
more light than leaf;
from turning alone, unperceived, with its sleeping, the wind
the transfiguring wind
in their leaves ...
from turning, slowly
turning, turning
green
when everyone is gone.

