Trying To Pray
Read 'Trying To Pray' by 'James Wright' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
Still,
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.
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