James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

James Arlington Wright Poems

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

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

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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