The Lambs on the Boulder (James Wright Poems)
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
James Wright Poems (37 Poems)
Sappho (James Wright Poems)
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
A Secret Gratitude (James Wright Poems)
1She cleaned house, and then lay down longOn the long stair.On one of those cold white wingsThat the strange fowl ...
The Minneapolis Poem (James Wright Poems)
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
Bologna: A Poem About Gold (James Wright Poems)
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
A Way To Make A Living (James Wright Poems)
From an epigram by PlatoWhen I was a boy, a relativeAsked for me a jobAt the Weeks Cemetery.Think of all ...
A Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966 (James Wright Poems)
Varus, varus, gib mir meine Legionen wiederQuick on my feet in those Novembers of my loneliness,I tossed a short pass,Almost ...
You And I Saw Hawks Exchanging The Prey (James Wright Poems)
They did the deed of darknessIn their own mid-light.He plucked a gray field mouseSuddenly in the wind.The small dead fly ...
Youth (James Wright Poems)
Strange bird,His song remains secret.He worked too hard to read books.He never heard how Sherwood AndersonGot out of it, and ...
The Last Pieta, in Florence (James Wright Poems)
The whole city Is stone, even Where stone Doesn't belong. What is that old Man's public face Doing sorrowing, Secretly ...
Fear Is What Quickens Me (James Wright Poems)
1 Many animals that our fathers killed in America Had quick eyes. They stared about wildly, When the moon went ...
Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me (James Wright Poems)
Relieved, I let the book fall behind a stone. I climb a slight rise of grass. I do not want ...
Beginning (James Wright Poems)
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels. The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, ...
Northern Pike (James Wright Poems)
All right. Try this, Then. Every body I know and care for, And every body Else is going To die ...
Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium (James Wright Poems)
Dark cypresses-- The world is uneasily happy; It will all be forgotten. --Theodore Storm Mother of roots, you have not ...
Outside Fargo, North Dakota (James Wright Poems)
Along the sprawled body of the derailed Great Northern freight car, I strike a match slowly and lift it slowly. ...
May Morning (James Wright Poems)
Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, ...
On The Skeleton Of A Hound (James Wright Poems)
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
Small Frogs Killed On The Highway (James Wright Poems)
Still, I would leap too Into the light, If I had the chance. It is everything, the wet green stalk ...
At The Executed Murderer’s Grave (James Wright Poems)
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned (James Wright Poems)
I will grieve alone, As I strolled alone, years ago, down along The Ohio shore. I hid in the hobo ...
Hook (James Wright Poems)
I was only a young man In those days. On that evening The cold was so God damned Bitter there ...
The Jewel (James Wright Poems)
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobodyt is going to touch: A cloister, a silence ...
A Blessing (James Wright Poems)
Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two ...
To The Muse (James Wright Poems)
It is all right. All they do Is go in by dividing One rib from another. I wouldn't Lie to ...
The Journey (James Wright Poems)
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960 (James Wright Poems)
After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywhere, Delivering fire, And walking down hallways Of ...
Saint Judas (James Wright Poems)
When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare ...
Trying To Pray (James Wright Poems)
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying In its dark thorns. Still, There are good things in ...
Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy’s Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota (James Wright Poems)
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shadow. ...