Red river, red river,
Slow flow heat is silence
No will is still as a river
Still. Will heat move
Only through the mocking-bird
Heard once? Still hills
Wait. Gates wait. Purple trees,
White trees, wait, wait,
Delay, decay. Living, living,
Never moving. Ever moving
Iron thoughts came with me
And go with me:
Red river, river, river.
Late in his life, William Gaddis became a big fan of Thomas Bernhard who he quoted at length in a letter he sent to critic Gregory Comnes (that’s Gaddis’s handwriting). Via/more.
Emily Dickinson's "Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!" Manuscript
Here is the poem (sexy good times!)–
Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight –
In Thee!
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