It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
Charles WrightOur dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.
Charles WrightItโs up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isnโt what youโre looking at. Itโs behind what youโre looking at.
Charles WrightWe've all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what's important. Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride. Sometimes I can't sit still for all the asininities I read. Give me the hummingbird, who has to eat sixty times His own weight a day just to stay alive. Now that's a life on the edge.
Charles Wright