James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

James Arlington Wright Poems

1. Sappho 4/15/2010
2. The Minneapolis Poem 4/15/2010
3. The Ice House 4/22/2016
4. You And I Saw Hawks Exchanging The Prey 4/15/2010
5. Youth 4/15/2010
6. To The Saguaro Cactus Tree In The Desert Rain 5/6/2012
7. The Secret Of Light 5/6/2012
8. The Lambs On The Boulder 1/3/2003
9. The Last Pieta, In Florence 1/3/2003
10. A Secret Gratitude 4/15/2010
11. To The Muse 1/3/2003
12. A Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966 4/15/2010
13. The Journey 1/3/2003
14. A Way To Make A Living 4/15/2010
15. To A Blossoming Pear Tree 1/3/2003
16. Trying To Pray 1/3/2003
17. A Poem About George Doty In The Death House 1/3/2003
18. The Jewel 1/3/2003
19. Outside Fargo, North Dakota 1/3/2003
20. At The Executed Murderer's Grave 1/3/2003
21. On The Skeleton Of A Hound 1/3/2003
22. As I Step Over A Puddle At The End Of Winter, I Think Of An Ancient Chinese Governor 1/3/2003
23. Northern Pike 1/3/2003
24. Bologna: A Poem About Gold 1/3/2003
25. In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned 1/3/2003
26. Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium 1/3/2003
27. Rip 1/3/2003
28. May Morning 1/3/2003
29. Fear Is What Quickens Me 1/3/2003
30. A Winter Daybreak Above Vence 1/3/2003
31. A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack 1/3/2003
32. Small Frogs Killed On The Highway 1/13/2003
33. Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960 1/3/2003
34. Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me 1/3/2003
35. Hook 1/3/2003
36. Saint Judas 1/3/2003
37. Beginning 1/3/2003
38. Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio 1/3/2003
39. Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota 1/3/2003
40. A Blessing 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Arlington Wright

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.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the ...

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Hook

I was only a young man
In those days. On that evening
The cold was so God damned
Bitter there was nothing.
Nothing. I was in trouble
With a woman, and there was nothing
There but me and dead snow.

I stood on the street corner

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