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… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past. — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
What makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“At dawn, in the great meadow, a solitude As easy as white paint comes down from the mountains To daydream, bending the grass. I… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“Clear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky. Moon-fingers lay down their same routine On the side deck and the threshold, the white… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“Ars Poetica II" I find, after all these years, I am a believer— I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say; I… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable. — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“I’m starting to feel like an old man alone in a small boat In a snowfall of blossoms, Only the south wind for company,… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“The life of this world is wind Windblown we come, and windblown we go away. All that we look on is windfall. All we… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
