The title of this blog is not original. I stole it from the title of a collection of Franz Wright poems. Here is a sample Franz Wright:

THE WORD "I"

Harder to breathe
near the summit,

and harder
to remember

where you came from,

why you came

Winter's
harder, and harder to say
the word "I"
with a straight face,
and sleep

--who can sleep. Who has time

to prepare for the big day
when he will be required
to say goodbye to everyone, including
the aforementioned pronoun, relinquish
all earthly attachment
completely, and witness
the end of the world

--harder in other words
not to love it

not to love it so much