We'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 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 WrightWhat makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake And holds us flush there until we begin to love it And have to begin again? What is it within our own lives we decline to live Whenever we find it, making our days unendurable, And nights almost visionless? I still don't know yet, but I do it.
Charles WrightIt may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.
Charles WrightHow many years have slipped through our hands?โจAt least as many as the constellations we still can identify.โจThe quarter moon, like a light skiff,โจ floats out of the mist-remnantsโจOf last nightโs hard rain.โจIt, too, will slip through our fingersโจ with no ripple, without us in it.
Charles Wright