Quotes by : Charles Wright

Meanwhile, the mole goes on with its subterranean daydreams,The dogs lie around like rugs

What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That....

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world.Morning arrives and that's it.Sunlight darkens the....

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point....

Arrange your unutterable alphabet, my man, / and hold tight. / It's all you've got, a naming of things,....

Each word, as someone once wrote, contains the universe.The visible carries all the invisible on its....