ISSA’S LAST POEM by Franz Wright

Alone by Jim Fuess                                                                                                                                                             ISSA’S LAST POEM  As they carry me out on the stretcher and set me down on my back in the yard in clear view of my rickety home as it burns, I attempt to recite from the Blessed One: All is burning, all is burning. . . Tears rolling down …

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