James Wright was an American poet whose first collection, The Green Wall, was published in 1956. It was awarded the Yale Younger Poets Prize, an incredible accomplishment. He was influenced by the Spanish surrealists and often experimented with meter. His writing set him apart from his more popular contemporaries in the New York Schools and among the Beat poets.
โLying in a Hammock at William Duffyโs Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota’ by James Wright describes a speakerโs new appreciation for the countryside. They find themselves so attached to it that they suggest theyโve wasted their life not living there.
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,ย ย
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.ย ย
Down the ravine behind the empty house,ย ย
‘A Blessing’ by James Wright describes Wright traveling with his friend and fellow poet Robert Bly and a moment where the two pulled off the highway to admire horses, just like in the text of the poem.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
โAutumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohioโ by James Wright is a poem about working-class men attending a football game to watch their sons.ย
In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
โBeautiful Ohioโ by James Wright finds beauty in industrial Ohio, celebrating human labor and communal spirit.
Those old Winnebago men
Knew what they were singing.
All summer long and all alone,
โComplaintโ is one of the early poems of James Wright with a conventional form and meter. This poem is about a rural folkโs dissatisfaction with her dead wifeโs absence.
She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more.
She chased the chickens out and swept the floor,
Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts,
And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts.
Wright’s poem โIn Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia Has Been Condemnedโ describes how a speaker finds the evening scene of a whorehouse quite fascinating and fairy-tale-like.
I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
โNorthern Pikeโ by James Wright is a beautiful poem written from the perspective of a man on a fishing trip.
We prayed for the road home.
We ate the fish.
There must be something very beautiful in my body,
I am so happy.