Two Wrights

Tomorrow

The metaphysics of the quotidian was what he was after:
A little dew on the sunrise grass,
A drop of blood in the evening trees,
a drop of fire.

If you don’t shine you are darkness.
The future is merciless,
everyone’s name inscribed
On the flyleaf of the book of snow.

Cowboy Up

There comes a time in one’s life when one wants time
a lot of time, with inanimate things.

Not ultimate inanimate things,
Of course, but mute things,
beautiful, untalkbackable wise things.
That’s wishful thinking, cowboy.

Still, I’d like to see the river of stars
fall noiselessly through the nine heavens for once,
But the world’s weight, and the world’s welter, speak big talk and
big confusion.

Charles Wright
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