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. 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. To The Muse 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. The Journey 1/3/2003
13. The Lambs On The Boulder 1/3/2003
14. A Way To Make A Living 4/15/2010
15. To A Blossoming Pear Tree 1/3/2003
16. The Jewel 1/3/2003
17. Trying To Pray 1/3/2003
18. Outside Fargo, North Dakota 1/3/2003
19. At The Executed Murderer's Grave 1/3/2003
20. A Poem About George Doty In The Death House 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. Rip 1/3/2003
27. Fear Is What Quickens Me 1/3/2003
28. Goodbye To The Poetry Of Calcium 1/3/2003
29. May Morning 1/3/2003
30. Hook 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 Winter Daybreak Above Vence 1/3/2003
33. A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack 1/3/2003
34. Small Frogs Killed On The Highway 1/13/2003
35. Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960 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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Fear Is What Quickens Me


Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
They stared about wildly,
When the moon went dark.
The new moon falls into the freight yards
Of cities in the south,
But the loss of the moon to the dark hands of Chicago

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