No remembering now …
Christian Wiman
I. …
All my friends are finding new beliefs. …
Solitary as a mast on a mountaintop, …
A shadow in the shape of a house …
Do you remember the rude nudists? …
That’s enough memories, thank you, I’m stuffed. …
Incurable and unbelieving …
What words or harder gift …
Lord is not a word. …
Love's last urgency is earth …
—You prick too liberal into alien pains, …
I don't want to be alive anymore. …
I have no illusion …
1. deathbed …
A town so flat a grave's a hill, …
Brachest, she called it, gentling grease …
Then all one day because of ice …
Lean and sane …
After love …
Today I woke and believed in nothing. …
I tell you it's a bitch existence some Sundays …
This inwardness, this ice, …