Poems by James Wright
Hook
... He raised up his hook into the terrible starlight ...
The Jewel
... When I stand upright in the wind, ...
Having Lost My Sons, I Confront The Wreckage Of The Moon: Christmas, 1960
... Darkens, And I am lost in the beautiful white ruins ...
Trying To Pray
... This time, I have left my body behind me, crying ...
A Poem About George Doty In The Death House
... Who sees, in the shaving mirror ...
A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack
... Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green, ...
Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me
... I want to hear them, they have clear sounds to make ...
Northern Pike
... For the little movements that we knew the crawdads were making ...
On The Skeleton Of A Hound
... Knocked down a fence, tore up a field of clover ...
The Lambs on the Boulder
... I would not be so foolish as to prefer the faces of the boy's lambs &emsp ...
