Trying To Pray

James Wright

This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
There are good things in this world.
It is dusk.
It is the good darkness
Of women's hands that touch loaves.
The spirit of a tree begins to move.
I touch leaves.
I close my eyes and think of water.


Source. About the poet. Illustration: A man prays on the side of a street during sunset in Kabul August 22, 2009. Afghans observed the first day of Ramadan on Saturday, the Islamic holy month when Muslims fast from dawn until dusk. (Reuters Pictures)


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