Treasure Island

James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

Quotations

  • ''Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
    And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
    That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
    Suddenly I realize
    That if I stepped out of my body I would break
    Into blossom.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. A Blessing (l. 19-24). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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  • ''All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
    Their women cluck like starved pullets,
    Dying for love.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio (l. 6-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''And nobody would commit suicide, only
    To find beyond death
    Bridgeport, Ohio.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned (l. 22-24). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
  • ''I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
    A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
    I have wasted my life.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Lying on a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota (l. 11-13). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
    Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
    Loving me in secret.
    It is here. At a touch of my hand,
    The air fills with delicate creatures
    From the other world.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Milkweed (l. 7-12). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Come down. Come down. Why dost
    Thou hide thy face?''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Speak (l. 39-40). . . Western Wind; an Introduction to Poetry. John Frederick Nims, ed. (2d ed., 1983) Random House.
  • ''I have gone forward with
    Some, a few lonely some.
    They have fallen to death.
    I die with them.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Speak (l. 33-36). . . Western Wind; an Introduction to Poetry. John Frederick Nims, ed. (2d ed., 1983) Random House.
  • ''To speak in a flat voice
    Is all that I can do.''
    James Wright (1927-1980), U.S. poet. Speak (l. 1-2). . . Western Wind; an Introduction to Poetry. John Frederick Nims, ed. (2d ed., 1983) Random House.

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The Journey

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.

Wind had been blowing across the hills
For days, and everything now was graying gold

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