Wright’s poetry often surprises me, as in the sample below, which I find haunting. I think readers will enjoy his accessible and beautifully written work.
While I stood there, in the open, lost in myself,
I must have looked a long time
Down the cornrows, beyond grass,
The small house,
White walls, animals lumbering toward the barn.
I look down now. It is all changed.
Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At the touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
From another world.
James Wright Selected Poems, Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2005.