James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

A Blessing - Poem by James Arlington Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
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Comments about A Blessing by James Arlington Wright

  • Tapan M. Saren (4/2/2017 10:40:00 PM)

    Sometimes small things bring lot of blessings in our busy life. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Indira Renganathan (2/19/2017 10:34:00 AM)

    Admiration...appreciation...and of course blessing...excellent poem (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (2/19/2017 8:45:00 AM)

    Blessing a good written poem, thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (2/19/2017 6:55:00 AM)

    Interesting poem.... thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (2/19/2017 4:30:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a poem with masses of true love and affection? (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (2/19/2017 4:09:00 AM)

    What a killer of a last line sometimes on does feel like this breaking out into blossom beautifully penned some could learn, including me, from this. Simple can be extremely complicated.10+++++ (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2017 3:49:00 AM)

    I've been ambivalent about nature poems. This one has made me a fan. Such vivid imagery. What a communion with our other animal friends. And the ending is to die for. Definitely worthy of Poem Of The Day. Congratulations! (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/19/2017 3:12:00 AM)

    My left hand
    Over to me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (2/19/2017 2:00:00 AM)

    Yeah we can find blessing in innocent creatures. Only when show them our love we can see love n their eyes. Nice poem. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/19/2017 1:18:00 AM)

    ...gladly out of the willows.

    A poem rooted in communal love and reception.
    Well expressed and communicated.

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  • Susan Williams (12/11/2015 2:24:00 PM)

    There is a blessing inherent in God's creatures when we really reach out and touch them with our soul (Report) Reply

  • (9/26/2013 4:18:00 PM)

    What (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (9/26/2013 4:50:00 AM)

    Great poem. This is all about love which we all need. (Report) Reply

  • (9/7/2010 8:05:00 PM)

    Nearly 40 years ago, I was privileged to hear Mr. Wright read this poem at a poetry 'festival' in Evanston, Illinois, that was also attended by James Tate and Andrienne Rich. While there were many fine readings that evening, I have no doubt everyone in attendance remembers the special, magical silence that followed these verses. Breathtaking beauty. Lifechanging words. (Report) Reply

    Frank Avon (9/26/2014 12:52:00 AM)

    Thank you for sharing this personal experience. I have never ranked Wright very high among modern (or postmodern) poets, but this poem convinces me that I should read his work again. If he has other poems like this one, I could become a serious fan. I've always liked his homey, agrarian Minnesota images, but they have never seemed to me so poignant and engaging as in this poem.

  • (10/30/2009 2:54:00 PM)

    This guy is super gay (Report) Reply

  • (5/27/2009 11:33:00 PM)

    This is my very favorite poem in all the world. It is so beautiful and about pure, perfect love. James Wright wrote it for Anne Sexton. I just love it! (Report) Reply

  • (1/4/2009 12:32:00 AM)

    How absolutely beautiful your writing is.
    It makes me imagine in my mind that I am right there, hearing it, smelling it and seeing it. I hope that one day I would be able to bring enjoyment to someone by my writings. wonderful work
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  • (9/8/2008 4:27:00 PM)

    James Wright and son, Franz Wright, my distant poet relatives, both of whom I've never met. If only I was so blessed a poet. (Report) Reply

  • Peter Stavropoulos (8/4/2007 8:11:00 PM)

    A rich poem. Enriching everyone it touches. Truly a blessing. (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2005 7:06:00 PM)

    An estatic moment in a golden afternoon; this seems so different from many of his other gritty. I recognize this experience. (Report) Reply

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