The Jewel

James Wright

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobodyt is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

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• James Wright : To A Blossoming Pear Tree
• James Wright : To The Muse
• James Wright : Trying To Pray
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : A Revocation
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : Alas Madam For Stealing Of A Kiss
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : Avising The Bright Beams
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : Farewell Love And All Thy Laws Forever
• Sir Thomas Wyatt : Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent

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• James Wright : Small Frogs Killed On The Highway
• James Wright : Saint Judas
• James Wright : Rip
• James Wright : Outside Fargo, North Dakota
• James Wright : On The Skeleton Of A Hound
• James Wright : Northern Pike
• James Wright : May Morning
• James Wright : Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy's Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota
• James Wright : In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned
• James Wright : Hook