There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upri… - James Wright
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upri…
- James Wright
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota - James Wright
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel. - James Wright
It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.
Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it. - James Wright
Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.
Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes. - James Wright
Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.
Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes. - James Wright
Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.
I asked the Mesquite coach who he thought the best team in Mesquite is. He said they were about even. - James Wright
I asked the Mesquite coach who he thought the best team in Mesquite is. He said they were about even.
I write abundantly. And then my next step is to struggle to reduce the ornament, to reduce the abundance-to prune the book, in other words, the way o… - James Wright
I write abundantly. And then my next step is to struggle to reduce the ornament, to reduce the abundance-to prune the book, in other words, the way o…
In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him … - James Wright
In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him …
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