This is one of favorite pictures of James Wright…it’s just the way I imagine him! Yesterday was his birthday. He would have been 80 years old. James was born in Martin’s Ferry, Ohio–his Ohio roots are palpable in his poems; his Ohio humility is palpable in his letters. I love his prose as much as [...]
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“In its own silence…”
Posted in James Wright, Listening, Nature, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing on December 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
“Time is a mountain…”
Posted in James Wright, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing on December 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Today I was Happy, So I made This Poem As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, Each moment of time is a mountain. An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven, Crying This is what I wanted. – JAMES WRIGHT -
“In the secret shelters…”
Posted in James Wright, Listening, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing on November 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Today is beautiful–sunny…warm in the sun. At the same time, winter is at our back. Ice along 218. This morning, I sit with the fear of dying…a friend–Stage IV Cancer–facing the ultimate that we all face and deny. She lives with winter at her back. She lives with the search for purpose and authentic expression. [...]
“Against the cold…”
Posted in James Wright, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing on November 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
LATE NOVEMBER IN A FIELD Today I am walking alone in a bare place. And winter is here Two squirrels near a fence post Are helping each other drag a branch Toward a hiding place; it must be somewhere Behind those ash trees They are still alive, they ought to save acorns Against the cold [...]
“A blossom of fire…”
Posted in James Wright, Listening, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, Writing on November 10, 2007 | 1 Comment »
THE JEWEL There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds. – JAMES WRIGHT -
“Into the distances…”
Posted in James Wright, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing on July 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
LYING IN A HAMMOCK AT WILLIAM DUFFY’S FARM IN PINE ISLAND, MINNESOTA Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right, In a [...]
“Darken with kindness…”
Posted in Inspiration, James Wright, Language, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, Writing on July 30, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Like anyone else who loves reading and writing, I am infinitely nosey–curious about the lives of poets and writers. I always read their acknowledgements; their dedications. I want to know who they are thanking–who brought salsa, beer and chips…who diapered and fed the kids; who was always there for them…who did the typing; who read [...]
