Ghost Days

Charles Wright

Labyrinthine, Byzantine,                                                  memory’s gold-ground mosaicsStill spill us and drop us short.Who was the sixth guy in the Fiat 500With Giancarlo, Pamela, the two drunken carabinieri and meThat New Year’s Eve around 3 a.m.Circling the Colosseum                                                and circling the Colosseum?And what year was it ten inches of snow descendedLike papal grace on Rome, and all the small macchineCrashed on the Tiber’s retaining wall?                                                                               What year was that?The pieces clear and occlude like a retinal bleed. And where are you now, Giancarlo,                                                                              my first Italian friend,Mad marinaio of the Via Margutta, where are you?Like a black blot in a troubled eye,                                                                             you fall into place, then fall outFrom the eyeball’s golden dome.How high you hung there once in our fast-faltering younger days.How high we all hung,                                                artificial objects in artificial skies,Our little world like a little S. Apollinaire in Classe,Weedy and grass-gripped outside,                                                                               white and glare-gold within,Our saints with their wings missing,But shining, nevertheless,                                as darkness gathers the darkness, and holds it tight.

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Born on August 25, 1935, in Pickwick Dam, Tennessee, Charles Wright was educated at Davidson College and the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He began to read and write poetry while stationed in Italy during his four years of service in the U.S. Army, and published his first collection of poems, The Grave of the Right Hand (Wesleyan University Press), in 1970. His second and third collections, Hard Freight (Wesleyan University Press, 1973) and Country Music: Selected Early Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1983), were both nominated for National Book Awards; the latter received the prize. Since then, Wright has published numerous collections of poems, including Caribou (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014); Scar Tissue (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2007), which was the international winner for the Griffin Poetry Prize; Black Zodiac (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1997), which won the Pulitzer Prize and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize; and Chickamauga (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995), which won the 1996 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize from the Academy of American Poets. His collection, Oblivion Banjo: The Poetry of Charles Wright, was release by his longtime publisher, Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, in November 2019. Wright’s many honors include the 2013 Bollingen Prize, the American Academy of Arts and Letters Award of Merit Medal, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, and the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize. Wright taught at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville as the Souder Family Professor of English. In 1999, he was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and served until 2002. In 2014, he was appointed United States Poet Laureate.

In Scar Tissue, the Pulitzer Prize–winning poet Charles Wright not only investigates the tenuous relationship between description and actuality—"A thing is not an image"—but also reaffirms the project of attempting to describe, to capture the natural world and the beings in it, although he reminds us that landscape is not his subject matter but his technique: that language was always his subject—language and "the ghost of god." And in the dolomites, the clouds, stars, wind, and water that populate these poems, "something un-ordinary persists."

Scar Tissue is a groundbreaking work from a poet who "illuminates and exalts in the entire astonishing spectrum of existence"
—Booklist

“The phrasemaking lyricism of this 17th volume plays to Wright's familiar strengths: 42 long-lined poems mix calm, Taoist-inflected wisdom with lush descriptions of landscapes in Italy, North Carolina (where he grew up) and Virginia's Blue Ridge country (where he now lives) . . . Wright makes a slight departure from his recent books in the valedictory, even triumphant, feel of this one: long content to chronicle flux and presence, Wright looks these days to the future, in which the world and its beauty outlast us.”
Publishers Weekly

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