James Arlington Wright was a distinguished American poet famous for his prolific work ‘The Branch Will Not Break’. He specialized in deep image style of poetry. This form of writing emphasized on the heroic, stylized and resonant tone in poems. Wright gained popularity for his works, such as 'Two Citizens’, ‘This Journey’ and ‘Saint Judas’. Many of his notable works such as ‘A Wild Perfection Wright’, ‘This Journey’ and ‘The Temple at Nîmes’, were released posthumously. Wright suffered from alcoholism, depression and bipolar mental disorders throughout his life. These dark areas and emotional turmoil can often be seen in his poetry. Wright received the prestigious 'Pulitzer Prize’ for his outstanding work in ‘Collected Poems’. Additionally, he received a grant from the ‘Rockefeller Foundation’. He also developed a cult following for his thoughts inculcated in his quotes which focused on subjects of life, death, humor, freedom, technology, psychoanalysis, self-righteousness, virtues and harmony. Let us go through some of the most levitating quotations and sayings by James Wright.
In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.
There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody 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.
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody 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.
Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.
James Wright
In life, you gotta do something. And the medical journals keep on saying if you've got a goal or some passion in life, you'll outlive all the other guys who - the bank manager that retired. They gave him a rocking chair and he rocked himself to death. So you gotta have a passion, whatever it happens to be. Whether it's this or something else, it doesn't matter, as long as it's a reason to get out of bed every morning, as my accountant of 50 years keeps on saying.
I write abundantly. And then my next step is to struggle to reduce the ornament, to reduce the abundance-to prune the book, in other words, the way one prunes a tree-so it can grow. This is my idea of a book.
And then, when noon comes,
Each stranger
Has no room left in the light
Except for only his hands.
Here are mine. They are kind of skinny. May I have your
lovely trees?
