The whole city
Is stone, even
Where stone
Doesn't belong.
What is that old
Man's public face
Doing sorrowing,
Secretly a little,
A little above and
A little back from
What is that stone
Doing sorrowing
Where stone
Doesn't belong?

(C) James Arlington Wright
03/19/2017


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