Friday, January 3, 2003

Beginning Comments

Rating: 2.9

The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.


James Arlington Wright
Dan Hise 17 November 2013

A poem about the otherness of the world, a strangeness that may be transcended temporarily by one who has the proper amount of humility and acceptance. Compare Danse Russe by W. C. Williams.

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Jerry Buckley 09 February 2010

James Wright is an icon for the generation. Worthy of full consideration by anyboyd who claims to love poetry.

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