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Charles Wright
Still Life on a Matchbox Lid
The heart is colder than the eye is.
The watcher, the holy ones,
know this, no shortcut to the sky.
A single dog hair can split the wind.
If you want great tranquility,
it’s hard work and a long walk.
Don’t brood on the past.
The word is without appendages,
no message, no name.
8 comments:
Ah, Sam, thanks for this from my favorite poet. It's stunning, as usual.
I appreciate the visit, Susan.
Thank you for posting this poem, Sam.
I always forget how much I love Wright's work until I stumble upon it again.
Reading this poem sent me off to read "Upon Reading Tu Fu, I go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard" earlier (after reading it, I felt....fed), and now, I'll be pulling Wright off the shelf to read before I go to bed.
Merci, ami.
Wright's work tends to sneak up on the reader, Laurel. Thanks for reading.
I am enjoying your blog.
Many of these poems leave me scratching my head, intently trying to interpret the meanings.
Thanks for introducing me to such great poets!
Charles Wright is a must read. Thanks for the read, Erika.
Hi Sam,
Which volume is this from?
It's from Chickamauga. You can also find it in Negative Blue. Thanks for reading, Sarah.
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