poet James Arlington Wright

James Arlington Wright

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It can't be the passing of time that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
I shiver a little, with the evening.
I turn down the steep path to find
What's left of the river gold.
I whistle a dog lazily, and lazily
A bird whistles me.
Close by a big river, I am alive in my own country,
I am home again.
Yes: I lived here, and here, and my name,
That I carved young, with a girl's, is healed over, now,
And lies sleeping beneath the inward sky
Of a tree's skin, close to the quick.
It's best to keep still.
There goes that bird that whistled me down here
To the river a moment ago.
Who is he? A little white barn owl from Hudson's Bay,
Flown out of his range here, and, if he wants to,
He can be the body that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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Comments about Rip by James Arlington Wright

  • Wenwu Zhang (7/26/2007 8:26:00 AM)

    may be the word RIP means 'loafer'.

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  • Bronze Peak (7/12/2007 12:08:00 AM)

    Does Rip here mean a rip current? Who could tell me? What does the poet imply? Many thanks in advance!

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