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.

(C) James Arlington Wright
04/01/2017


Best Poems of James Arlington Wright

• Fear Is What Quickens Me
• May Morning
• A Secret Gratitude
• The Journey
• Rip
• The Minneapolis Poem
• Saint Judas
• Beginning
• Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me
• To The Saguaro Cactus Tree In The Desert Rain
• A Poem About George Doty In The Death House
• Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium
• A Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966
• The Lambs On The Boulder
• On The Skeleton Of A Hound
• Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960
• Trying To Pray
• The Last Pieta, In Florence
• Northern Pike