James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

James Arlington Wright Poems

1. The Ice House 4/22/2016
2. You And I Saw Hawks Exchanging The Prey 4/15/2010
3. The Minneapolis Poem 4/15/2010
4. Sappho 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 Mad Fight Song For William S. Carpenter, 1966 4/15/2010
11. A Secret Gratitude 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. Trying To Pray 1/3/2003
17. The Jewel 1/3/2003
18. Outside Fargo, North Dakota 1/3/2003
19. Northern Pike 1/3/2003
20. At The Executed Murderer's Grave 1/3/2003
21. A Poem About George Doty In The Death House 1/3/2003
22. On The Skeleton Of A Hound 1/3/2003
23. As I Step Over A Puddle At The End Of Winter, I Think Of An Ancient Chinese Governor 1/3/2003
24. Bologna: A Poem About Gold 1/3/2003
25. Rip 1/3/2003
26. Fear Is What Quickens Me 1/3/2003
27. Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium 1/3/2003
28. In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned 1/3/2003
29. May Morning 1/3/2003
30. A Winter Daybreak Above Vence 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. Small Frogs Killed On The Highway 1/13/2003
34. Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960 1/3/2003
35. Saint Judas 1/3/2003
36. Hook 1/3/2003
37. Autumn Begins In Martins Ferry, Ohio 1/3/2003
38. Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota 1/3/2003
39. Beginning 1/3/2003
40. A Blessing 1/3/2003

Comments about James Arlington Wright

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

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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.

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

    Sensitive Poet of Love and loneliness.

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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The Journey

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.

Wind had been blowing across the hills
For days, and everything now was graying gold

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