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 Harmony 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,… — Charles Wright Begin again 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… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“...may we not be strangers in the lush province of joy” — Charles Wright Inspirational 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,… — Charles Wright Bird song 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 Ifs 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… — Charles Wright Dreams 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 Book Copy Share Image
How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise — Charles Wright Matter 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… — Charles Wright Autumn 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.… — Charles Wright Life Copy Share Image
How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon,… — Charles Wright Constellations Copy Share Image
Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth. — Charles Wright Casts Copy Share Image
“We've all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what's… — Charles Wright Poetry Copy Share Image
“Arrange your unutterable alphabet, my man, / and hold tight. / It's all you've got, a naming of things, and not so beautiful.” — Charles Wright Language Copy Share Image
“There is an otherness inside us We never touch, no matter how far down our hands reach. It is the past, with… — Charles Wright Prayer Copy Share Image
“Toadstools The toadstools are starting to come up, circular and dry. Nothing will touch them, Gophers or chipmunks, wasps or swallows. They… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I… — Charles Wright Answers Copy Share Image
“Language is the element of definition, the defining and descriptive incantation. It puts the coin between our teeth. It whistles the boat… — Charles Wright Language Copy Share Image
The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears. — Charles Wright Memories Copy Share Image
