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Charles Wright

Give me a thing that says nothing.                                                            The wind, for instance, A wisdom that comes from ten thousand miles to the west. The trees, for instance, stenographers Of every sentence it isn’t able to utter. The grass that assembles them all                                                          in its green pages. — Charles Wright, from “26,” Littlefoot: A… Continue reading Charles Wright

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Charles Wright

The morning is almost silent and cannot declare itself. / Therefore, I say unto it, / you are the never-boring miracle / Of sunlight and scrappy cloud, / The absence of rain when rain is absent, / as it is / This morning, green with its wonderment, — Charles Wright, from “23,” Littlefoot: A Poem… Continue reading Charles Wright

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Charles Wright

Thinking about the past is inherently sentimental–one always wishes things had been more of the same, less of the same, or partially or altogether otherwise, if only because we somehow believe the past, our past, still cares for us, as we care for it. This differs it from thinking about the desert, which we know… Continue reading Charles Wright

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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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