The poet's voice

Here's James Wright in the Paris Review's "Art of ..." series.  I mean, I haven't read the interview yet, but I'm planning to read it tonight, and I'm posting the link now so that I don't have to look for it then (when I might be a little drunk)  :)  

And here's the poem we heard read aloud by Wright himself (in a recording) in class yesterday.  Jim pointed out the master stroke of "Therefore," as a line by itself:
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Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio

By James Wright

In the Shreve High football stadium,

I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,

And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,  

And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,  

Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home,  

Their women cluck like starved pullets,  

Dying for love.

Therefore,

Their sons grow suicidally beautiful

At the beginning of October,

And gallop terribly against each other’s bodies.