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Poetry
God's love is everywhere!
God's glory sparkles in the red, orange, and yellow leaves of autumn's kingdom. God's playfulness sneaks in with the rolls and tumbles of wrestling with grandchildren. God's splendor rides in orbit with planets and brilliant stars. I share these prayers because I have been drenched in the downpour of God's grace. Each day by word and silence I discover God's glorious mystery.
These poems come from the heart and are about my life. Ranging from good & bad experiences. I'd say most describe my mindset about different situations. I also discuss my relationship with God. This is mostly written in prose-poetry format and I aim to entertain those who have an interest in poetry
International Winner of the Griffin Poetry Prize 2009
C.D. Wright's thirteenth collection, Rising, Falling, Hovering, reminds us what poetry is for. This is poetry as white phosphorus, written with merciless love and depthless anger. --from the Griffin Prize judges' citation
Wright is a resolutely experimental poet, funny and intemperate, and the poems in her latest volume manage an unusual alchemy--they have a raw, unfinished quality that never feels provisional. --The New Yorker
Wright belongs to a school of exactly one.
--New York Times Book Review
These poems succeed at storytelling and at painting realistic scenes. Wright emerges a modern woman coping with relationships in a world full of violence and wars. Recommended for larger public libraries and all academic collections.
--Library Journal
"Wright braids some of her most personal and intimate poetry to date with an extended meditation on the consequences of America's contemporary stance toward other countries."--Publishers Weekly, starred review
"C.D. Wright has an uncanny and characteristic reverence for both the vernacular and the esoteric, which leads to riveting and rare depictions of American culture. . . . It's been a while since I read an entire book of poetry in rapture. After finishing Rising, Falling, Hovering, I was reminded of why I love the medium, what it can do."--The Stranger (Seattle)
Deeply personal and politically ferocious, Rising, Falling, Hovering addresses the commonly felt crises of our times--from illegal immigration and the specific consequences of empire-building to the challenges of parenting and the honesty required of human relationships.
About the other night I know you are sorry I am sorry too We were tired Me
and my open-shut-case mouth You and your clockwork disciplines And I know it is
too far to go But we can't leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world
C.D. Wright is the author of a dozen collections of poetry and prose. A recipient of a MacArthur Fellowship, Wright is a professor of English at Brown University and lives outside Providence, Rhode Island.
In his fourth collection, a breakthrough volume, Major Jackson appropriates the vernacular notion of "rolling deep" to capture the spirit of aesthetic travel that defines these forceful new poems and brazenly announces his steady accretion of literary and artistic influences, both formal and experimental--his "crew." The confident and radiant poems in Roll Deep address a range of topics, most prominently human intimacy and war. And like his best work to date, these poems create new experiences with language owed to Jackson's willingness to once again seek a rhythmic sound that expresses the unique realities of the twenty-first century with humor and understanding. Whether set in Nairobi, Madrid, or Greece, the poems are sensuously evocative and unapologetically with-it, in their effort to build community across borders of language and style.
From Urban Renewal, "The Dadaab Suite"
I have come to Dadaab like an actor
on a press release, unprepared for the drained faces
of famine-fleeing refugees, my craft's glamour
dimmed by hundreds of infant graves, children
whose lolling heads' final drop landed on their mothers'
backs like soft stones. What beauty can I spell in
this swelter of dust?