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Charles Wright, from “ XXVII. One Needs No Paradise When the Rain Falls,” two poems from Littlefoot excerpted in Poetry Northwest
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Clear Night, Charles Wright//unknown//Poet's Choice, Robert Hass
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People have free-fallen for thousands of miles through the distance of the heart.
Charles Wright
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commission for @areyougonnabe with Deb and Silas on their Canadian Honeymoon! 💚
just chilling and having a good time :)
#ohhh it was such a big pleasure to draw them!! really!!#frank debenham#charles wright#deb#silas#scott expedition#terra nova expedition#polar exploration
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Still, I sit still,
The mind swept clean in its secret shade
— Charles Wright, from “Reply to Wang Wei” Appalachia (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998) (via The Vale of Soul Making)
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Memory is a cemetery
I've visited once or twice, (...)
Charles Wright, from Meditation On Form And Measure in “Black Zodiac”
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Charles Wright — excerpt from December Journal
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AUTUMN CORNFIELD , Tempera , 1950.:: Andrew Wyeth. (Andrew Newell Wyeth)
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Already one day has detached itself from all the rest up ahead.
It has my photograph in its soft pocket.
It wants to carry my breath into the past in its bag of wind.
I write poems to untie myself, to do penance and disappear
Through the upper right-hand corner of things, to say grace.
- Charles Wright
Reunion
Country Music
[via WhiskeyRiver]
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Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl who Soared over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
Charles Wright, The Fever Toy
Neil Gaiman, Coraline
Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
A. L. Kitselman
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
Elie Weisel, The Gates of the Forest
Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories
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"I've been writing this poem for weeks now
With a pencil made of rain, smudging my face
And my friend's face, making a language where nothing stays."
A fragment from Charles Wright's poem: "Portrait of the Artist with Hart Crane".
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Charles Wright, from "Portrait of the Artist in a Prospect of Stone"
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Ars Poetica II
by Charles Wright
I find, after all these years, I am a believer—
I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say;
I believe that dreams are real,
and that death has two reprisals;
I believe that dead leaves and black water fill my heart.
I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.
The night sky is an ideogram,
a code card punched with holes.
It thinks it’s the word of what’s-to-come.
It thinks this, but it’s only The Library of Last Resort,
The reflected light of The Great Misunderstanding.
God is the fire my feet are held to.
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#11 summer 2022
I have been making plates with my students. I try to explain about the way our fingers touch clay. I aim to touch just right, to create expressive edges. I am letting the past inform what I make for the future, leaving fingerprints like fossils left behind by the sea.
There’s a soft spot in everything
Our fingers touch,
the one place where everything breaks
When we press it just right.
The past is like that with its arduous edges and blind sides,
The whorls of our fingerprints embedded along its walls
Like fossils the sea has left behind.
–Charles Wright, from “Two Stories,” The Other Side of the River (Random House, 1984)
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Charles Wright, Nine-Panel Yaak River Screen
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Se non riesci a goderti la quotidianità,
non hai futuro qui.
Charles Wright, Sestetti
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