"Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom."
"There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds."
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Source: James Wright (2011). “Collected Poems”, p.114, Wesleyan University Press
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