james wright | four poems

13 07 2010

PoetryDispatch No. 326 | July 13, 2010

Four Poems by JAMES WRIGHT

ARRIVING IN THE COUNTRY AGAIN

The white house is silent.
My friends can’t hear me yet.
The flicker who lives in the bare tree at the
field’s edge
Pecks once and is still for a long time.
I stand still in the late afternoon.
My face is turned away from the sun.
A horse grazes in my long shadow.

TRYING TO PRAY

This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
Still,
There are good things in this world.
It is dusk.
It is the good darkness
Of women’s hands that touch loaves.
The spirit of a tree begins to move.
I touch leaves.
I close my eyes, and think of water.

IN THE COLD HOUSE

I slept a few minutes ago,
Even though the stove has been out for hours.
I am growing old.
A bird cries in bare elder trees.

TODAY I WAS SO HAPPY, SO I MADE THIS POEM

As the plump squirrel scampers
Across the roof of the corncrib,
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying
This is what I wanted.

[from: THE BRANCH WILL NOT BREAK, Wesleyan University Press, 1963].

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7 responses

14 07 2010
Mike koehler

One my the first poetry collections I ever loved, still do. Thanks for sharing
that love.

14 07 2010
14 07 2010
Jackie Langetieg

I love this book; thanks for reminding me.

19 07 2010
Barbara Fitz Vroman

A spill of joy. We need this kind of poetry.

22 07 2010
bernrd f micke

please keep me on your list

23 07 2010
norbert blei

Dear Bernrd F. Micke,

Thank you for your comment. Please send me you e-mail address (ngblei@gmail.com) to be sure you receive all future dispatches.
n. blei

21 08 2013
James Lee Jobe

I love the poems of both Wrights, father and son.

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