Wednesday, July 09, 2008

PULITZER PRIZE WINNING POETS: 1998 - Charles Wright


After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard
Charles Wright


East of me, west of me, full summer.
How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard.
Birds fly back and forth across the lawn
--------------------------------------------looking for home
As night drifts up like a little boat.

Day after day, I become of less use to myself.
Like this mockingbird,
--------------------------------------------I flit from one thing to the next.
What do I have to look forward to at fifty-four?
Tomorrow is dark.
--------------------------------------------Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.

The sky dogs are whimpering.
Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening
--------------------------------------------up from the damp grass.
Into the world's tumult, into the chaos of every day,
Go quietly, quietly.


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2 comments:

sam of the ten thousand things said...

One of Wright's best. I've always admired how he uses the line to create mood. Wonderful work.

Nick said...

This piece didn't just speak to me it spoke of me...