What an ending!
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
from Above the River: The Complete Poems and Selected Prose.
Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota. Click on the poet's name to learn more about James Wright.
beautiful lines :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this. Thanks so much for introducing me to new poets. I really appreciate the "I wish I'd written this" feature. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery ; the last line about wasting his life smarts a bit. There is pain in beauty n beauty in pain.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is razor sharp in its exposee of truth.
ReplyDeleteReminiscent of Andre Gide. An erudite choice by Danny Earl Simmons.