Franz Wright and his father, the poet James Wright, are the only father-child combination to win the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. His father won in 1972 and Franz in 2004 with his collection, Walking to Martha's Vineyard. Born in Vienna, Austria, Wright grew up in the Northwest, the Midwest and California. In addition to the Pulitzer, he received a Whiting Fellowship, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts. Wright had problems with substance abuse and depression throughout his life. He died on May 14th at the age of 62. His obituary can be found here. The following poem is from his Pulitzer-winning collection.
On Earth
by Franz Wright (1953-2015)
Resurrection of the little apple tree outside
my window, leaf-
light of late
in the April
called her eyes, forget
forget—
but how
How does one go
about dying?
Who on earth
is going to teach me—
The world
is filled with people
who have never died
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