A weekly poem, read by the author.
July 3 1996 3:30 AM


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even falling knowing already he was dead, and how much I pray to myself I want not, ever,

to know this, how much I want to ask again why I must, with such perfect, detailed precision,

know this, this anguish, this agony for a departing self wishing only to stay, to endure,

knowing all the while that, having known, I always will know this torn, singular voice

of a soul calling "God!" as it sinks back through the darkness it came from, cancelled, annulled.

C.K. Williams' Flesh and Blood (Farrar, Straus & Giroux) won the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry in 1987. His latest book, Selected Poems (Farrar, Straud & Giroux), was published in 1994.

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