I like to read, now, about Poets' lives, in
their late stages: I am---grateful for all that
their poems taught me in my youth; and confidant
that they can teach me even more during my
own dwindling lifespan.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
The American Poet, James Wright, passed away forty-three years and four days ago. At the time, I was completing my senior undergraduate year---unaware of the several failures that waited, immediately ahead, during the two years that followed my graduation. Two persons, with whom I had been romantically involved, attempted to sever, separate, or distance me from my past; the second of the two, with whom I was still involved at the time of Wright's death, had persuaded me to destroy some two hundred pages of poetry in two groups, that I had written early in my undergraduate years. Those poems represented aspects that are still represented in my poetry: the Christian Faith, astronomy, mythological subjects, and intimate or erotic romance.
