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Charles Wright

Still, there’s another story,                                  that what’s inside us is what’s outside us: That what we see outside ourselves we’ll soon see inside ourselves. It’s visible, and is our garment. Better, perhaps, to wear that. Better to live as though we already lived the afterlife, Unattached to our cape of starred flesh. — Charles Wright,… Continue reading Charles Wright

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Each second the earth is struck hard                                         by four and a half pounds of sunlight. Each second. Try to imagine that.                        No wonder deep shade is what the soul longs for. And not, as we always thought, the light. — Charles Wright, from “In Praise of Thomas Hardy,” A Short History of the… Continue reading Charles Wright,

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Charles Wright

The human body is not the world, and yet it is. The world contains it, and is itself contained. Just so. The distance between the two Is like the distance between the no and the yes, abysmal distance, Nothing and everything, Just so. — Charles Wright, from “Body Language,” Appalachia (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998)

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Charles Wright

The afternoon Dissolves in my mouth, The landscape dwindles and whispers like rice through my dry fingers. Now twilight. Now the bereft bodies Of those who have never risen from the dead glide down Through the dwarf orchard And waver like candle flames                                                    under the peach trees and go out. — Charles Wright, from… Continue reading Charles Wright

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