James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

James Arlington Wright Poems

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

Comments about James Arlington Wright

  • dheivanaikavi (6/18/2018 7:41:00 PM)

    want judas poem lines

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  • Warren Falcón Warren Falcón (7/10/2016 3:50:00 PM)

    I am stunned to see James Wright dislilked by readers on this site. Wright was and is one of the master American poets of the mid-twenteth century, and he can still tune and shape the aspiring would be poet's own eye, ear and vision.

    If folks on here confuse cheap rhymes (any fool can rhyme) , pompous language, schmaltz, and pablum-scrolls on love, loss, God, high ideals, the virtues of seeming, then Wright's mastery is not for them. I challenge the dislikers to write, say, a poem about beauty without using the word or its cousins, to convey beauty via images and word music such as that myriad beauty will be. Wright can teach you much, very much.

    Let they who are in despair of the all too-human-world, they who have ears to hear and heart-eyes to see nurture themselves in, with, through, for and by James Wright's quiet poetry evoking beauty/duende in all private human experience, let them remain faithful to that which he and his poems aspire to, the ineffible, the sacrelity of the mundane while enamored of a broken world continually astonished before and after the rain.

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  • Peter Stavropoulos Peter Stavropoulos (5/26/2012 8:34:00 PM)

    Sensitive Poet of Love and loneliness.

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Best Poem of James Arlington Wright

Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio

In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.

Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.

Read the full of Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio

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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