#98 After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard (Charles Wright)

Charles Wright, el poeta contemplativo: "Wright's true poetic lineage goes back to Emily Dickinson — like her, Wright often finds his richest material right out his window. Nature, in its everyday manifestations, is Wright's supreme power, but, try as he might — and these poems do try hard, again and again, to see nature on nature's terms — he can't get people out of the landscape, or even out of the sky. Even the moon has its human element: 'Half-moon rising, thin as a contact lens'." 

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AFTER READING TU FU, I GO OUTSIDE TO THE DWARF ORCHARD

East of me, west of me, full summer.

How deeper than elsewhere the dusk is in your own yard.

Birds fly back and forth across the lawn

                                        looking for home

As night drifts up like a little boat.

Day after day, I become of less use to myself.

Like this mockingbird,

                      I flit from one thing to the next.

What do I have to look forward to at fifty-four?

Tomorrow is dark.

                 Day-after-tomorrow is darker still.

The sky dogs are whimpering.

Fireflies are dragging the hush of evening

                                         up from the damp grass.

Into the world's tumult, into the chaos of every day,

Go quietly, quietly.