Appalachia

Appalachia

by Charles Wright

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ISBN-13: 9780374526245
Publisher: Farrar, Strauss & Giroux-3pl
Publication date: 11/29/1999
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 80
Sales rank: 1,086,075
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.19(d)

About the Author

Charles Wright was awarded the National Book Award in Poetry in 1983 for Country Music and the 1995 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize for Chickamauga. He teaches at the University of Virginia, in Charlottesville.

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Stray Paragraphs in February, Year of the Rat


East of town, the countryside unwrinkles and smooths out
Unctuously toward the tidewater and gruff Atlantic.
A love of landscape's a true affection for regret, I've found,
Forever joined, forever apart,
                               outside us yet ourselves.

Renunciation, it's hard to learn, is now our ecstasy.
However, if God were still around,
                            he'd swallow our sighs in his nothingness.

The dregs of the absolute are slow sift in my blood,
Dead branches down after high winds, dead yard grass and
    undergrowth--
The sure accumulation of all that's not revealed
Rises like snow in my bare places,
                                     cross-whipped and openmouthed.

Our lives can't be lived in flames.
Our lives can't be lit like saints'hearts,
                            seared between heaven and earth.

February, old head-turner, cut us some slack, grind of bone
On bone, such melancholy music.
Lift up that far corner of landscape,
                                        there, toward the west.
Let some of the deep light in, the arterial kind.


Stray Paragraphs in April, Year of the Rat


Only the dead can be born again, and then not much.
I wish I were a mole in the ground,
                                     eyes that see in the dark.

Attentive without an object of attentiveness,
Unhappy without an object of unhappiness--
Desire in its highest form,
                            dog prayer, diminishment ...

If we were to walk for a hundred years, we could never take
One step toward heaven--
                         you have to wait to be gathered.

Two cardinals, two blood clots,
Cast loose in the cold, invisible arteries of the air.
If they ever stop, the sky will stop.

Affliction's a gift, Simone Weil thought--
The world becomes more abundant in severest light.

April, old courtesan, high-styler of months, dampen our mouths.

The dense and moist and cold and dark come together here.

The soul is air, and it maintains us.

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"Has any other American poet been writing as beautifully and daringly over the past twenty-five years as Charles Wright? Possibly. But I cannot imagine who it would be. . . . [Wright] plumbs our deepest relationships with nature, time, love, death, creation."—Philip Levine, American Poet citation for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize

"In an age of casual faithlessness, Wright successfully reconstitutes the provocative tension between belief and materialism."—Albert Mobilio, The Village Voice

"A significant and true reflection of our time."—Adam Kirsch, The New York Times Book Review

"A culmination of his career. . . . Appalachia shows again why Wright is generally considered one of America's leading poets."—Harold Branam, Magill's Literary Annual

"Wright, recipient of numerous prestigious literary prizes, is a philosopher-poet with a gift for gloriously whimsical imagery and a keen sense of the ephemeral. His inquisitive poems reside at the crux of faith and art. . . . In bright leaping lines reminiscent of Gerard Manley Hopkins, a kindred spirit also enthralled by nature yet keenly aware of our isolation from it, Wright tries to connect with the spiritual by conjuring the ancient beaming of stars, winter's starkness, and the valor of flowers. Finally, in sweet, bemused surrender, he acknowledges both the impossibility of certainty, and our insatiable hunger for it."—Donna Seaman, Booklist

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Appalachia 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
abirdman on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I just can't figure this work out. I tried, damn it, I tried. It leaves me cold, confused, and vaguely wishing I was smarter.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Many poems in the collection are profound meditations on "Landscape, of course, the idea of God and language/ Itself, that pure grace/ which is invisible and sure and clear" ("What Do You Write About,/ Where Do Your Ideas Come From?"); but again and again the poems escape any neat summary and astonish us by confronting us with existence.