My New Favorite Poet – In Memoriam: C.D. Wright (1949–2016)

Greetings Bloginistas…

My New Favorite poet is C.D. Wright, who passed away yesterday, in the morning. I knew of her, but had not read too much of her work. After reading about her death, I then delved into reading about her, and, in turn, her amazing verse.

Sadly, the death of an artist often lends them greater exposure, which brings a whole new audience to the flame of their genius. This also means that that flame is extinguished (at least here on Earth), and we are unfortunately left with only the body of work they left as their legacy. Optimistically, though, at least we have THAT.

Here is a poem that struck me; for its ingenuity, its postmodern quality, its rhythm (that is what we’re about here at ARRTI, after all!), and the amazing way, when you have read it, even just once (although I recommend multiple times), you GET IT.

“The Flame”

the breath               the trees               the bridge

the road                  the rain                the sheen

the breath               the line                  the skin

the vineyard            the fences             the leg

the water                the breath             the shift

the hair                  the wheels             the shoulder

the breath               the lane                the streak

the lining                the hour                the reasons

the name                the distance          the breath

the scent                the dogs                the blear

the lungs                the breath             the glove

the signal               the turn                  the need

the steps                the lights               the door

the mouth               the tongue             the eyes

the burn                  the burned            the burning

C.D. Wright, “Flame” from Steal Away: Selected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002).

By the way, if you want to hear Ms. Wright read the above poem in her own voice, go here and click the audio player at the top underneath the title. You can also see the poem in its original format in case Your Device / Browser + My Reprint = Format Hell (although I made very attempt to prevent this).

Click here to read an article in The New Yorker about one author’s personal experiences with her and how she was regarded by the literary world as whole.

You can read her Bio and other works at The Poetry Foundation here.

Also, here is her Wikipedia Entry.

Jamy :-D