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James Arlington Wright Poems

  • At The Executed Murderer's Grave
    Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all,
    how can we do such a thing? How can it possibly be done?

    --Freud ...
  • To A Blossoming Pear Tree
    Beautiful natural blossoms,
    Pure delicate body,
    You stand without trembling.
    Little mist of fallen starlight, ...
  • A Blessing
    Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
    Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
    And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
    Darken with kindness. ...
  • The Jewel
    There is this cave
    In the air behind my body
    That nobody is going to touch:
    A cloister, a silence ...
  • The Secret Of Light
    I am sitting contented and alone in a little park near the Palazzo Scaligere in Verona, glimpsing the mists of early autumn as they shift and fade among the pines and city battlements on the hills above the river Adige.

    The river has recovered from this morning's rainfall. It is now restoring to its shapely body its own secret light, a color of faintly cloudy green and pearl.
    ...
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Dark 18 Alone 16 Face 13 Body 13 Home 12 Away 12 Tree 11 I Love You 11 Love 11 Time 10


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Aidenheung: now twilight gathers a long sundown. silos creep away toward the west - in memory of a spanish poet, james arlington wright
Arttavana: “i am lost in the beautiful white ruins of america.” - james arlington wright
Garycp70: reflect and remember. u.s. army specialist kyle james wright, was killed by an ied while driving a stryker vehicle six days earlier (january 13, 2010) and laid to rest in arlington national cemetery on february 2nd (section 60, 8862). he was 22 from romeoville, illinois.
Treese82: happy what would b 94th b-day to the late great author james arlington wright!
Returnson: 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. james arlington wright
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Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do
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She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around,
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