Help needed with a poem - "prescience"

[jon800]

Hi everyone, I am trying to analyze this poem, but I can't really figure out what it means at all. I know it has to do with death, but I really have to go in depth with this poem because I'm writing a paper on it tomorrow. Any help with what exactly it means and identifying any literary elements in it would be greatly appreciated.
The poem is "Prescience," by Franz Wright. I could not find any analysis of it online, but if anybody has anything that would be great. Thanks a lot in advance, guys. Here is the poem:

We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplished
even this, the holiness of things
precisely as they are, and never will!

Before death was I saw the shining wind.
To disappear, today's as good a time as any.
To surrender at last

to the vast current —
And look, even now there's still time.
Time for the glacial, cloud-paced

soundless music to unfold once more.
Time, inexhaustible wound, for
your unwitnessed and destitute coronation.

[chasestalling]

Hi everyone, I am trying to analyze this poem, but I can't really figure out what it means at all. I know it has to do with death, but I really have to go in depth with this poem because I'm writing a paper on it tomorrow. Any help with what exactly it means and identifying any literary elements in it would be greatly appreciated.
The poem is "Prescience," by Franz Wright. I could not find any analysis of it online, but if anybody has anything that would be great. Thanks a lot in advance, guys. Here is the poem:

We speak of Heaven who have not yet accomplished
even this, the holiness of things
precisely as they are, and never will!

Before death was I saw the shining wind.
To disappear, today's as good a time as any.
To surrender at last

to the vast current —
And look, even now there's still time.
Time for the glacial, cloud-paced

soundless music to unfold once more.
Time, inexhaustible wound, for
your unwitnessed and destitute coronation.

sorry about the awful timing but for what its worth i'd say franz wright has a melodious ear for phraseology and such but as so many would be poets are wont to do he mistakes confusion for intricacy.

presuming 'prescience' is about death, the opening stanza leads one to believe that death, or more precisely the death of self, is desired. this established, the imagery evoked for its consummation, i.e. death of self, ought to be consistent with the premise, that death of self is a beautiful thing.

death of self is not a beautiful thing alas if one discounts the music of the phraseology with the result that the poem's ambiguity grades into confusion as opposed to intricate design of purpose and clarity.

[Il Penseroso]

I'd say it's about a New view of the Old Testament, and waiting.