Quotes About James Wright

And then, when noon comes, Each stranger Has no room left in the light Except for only his hands. Here are mine. They are kind of skinny. May I have your lovely trees?

Good evening charlie, yes I know you rise, two lean grey spiders drifting through your eyes.

I'll be damned, you're a poet. Welcome to hell.

They can buy whatever brand they want. We will supply the finance.