What Keeps

C.D. Wright
We live on a hillside
close to water
We eat in darkness
We sleep in the coldest
part of the house
We love in silence
We keep our poetry
locked in a glass cabinet
Some nights We stay up
passing it back and
forth
between us
drinking deep

What Keeps Us

Poems to Read in Community

Inspired by C. D. Wright’s poem “What Keeps,” we offer the below twenty-poem selection from poems we’ve featured in 2024—poems, like bread, that one might pass across the table—to a loved one, or to oneself. 

Read editor Lloyd Wallace’s introduction to the collection and statements from our staff readers hereRead poems by selecting below.

What Keeps

Some nights We stay up
passing it back and
forth
between us
drinking deep

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This Era

Forests and cities

along the way sleep like huge dark churches.

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Talisman

each of us bearing the art
in a curve of wing, a small motif
of feather,

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Rewind

Have you ever seen something that buzzes inside you?
I am watching two kids encounter each other

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Rationale

Because she still won’t sleep alone, you sleep deeply
with her small warm body wrapped in your arms.

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Pupusas

no, the pupusa is a portrait
            of this life, crusting & breaking
                        with every lick & tooth

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Psalm III

in what language should I speak to you, sun
so you’ll rise tomorrow for my child, so you’ll
rise and stimulate the growth of our food,

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Night Song

You’ll never know
what became of me
in the dark, how
my body opened,

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Handfuls

Summer is a pure lone mountain.
Somehow, a winter flowers against an enormous blue loneliness

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Eurydice

It snowed the day I died, a freak spring storm.
(It was in the papers.)

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December

Instead of snow, a dark pouring rain
to dodge as passersby reject us.  No spruces, but sycamores with their white cankers.

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C.D. Wright (1949–2016), one of her generation’s most popular, formally restless, and influential poets, was recognized with scores of major awards including fellowships from the MacArthur, the Lila Wallace, the Lannan, and the Guggenheim foundations. She received a fellowship from the Foundation for Contemporary Arts which, after her death, honored her by launching a new award in her name. Wright was raised in the Ozarks and came to live with Forrest Gander in San Francisco, Eureka Springs, Dolores Hidalgo, Mexico, and Providence. She published sixteen collections of poetry and prose and served on the faculty at Brown University for decades. Her book One With Others won the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. Reviewing Rising, Falling, Hovering, The New York Times noted: “C.D. Wright belongs to a school of exactly one.” Wright re-energized documentary poetics in English with major, book-length works such as One Big Self. She was an energetic advocate for other writers; she edited Lost Roads Publishers, a book press that published more than forty writers. A noted collaborator with other artists, Wright created a large-scale multi-media installation, “a walk-in book of Arkansas,” as a touring exhibition.

Port Townsend, Washington

Steal Away presents C.D. Wright’s best lyrics, narratives, prose poems, and odes with new "retablos" and a bracing vigil on incarceration. Long admired as a fearless poet writing authentically erotic verse, Wright—with her Southern accent and cinematic eye—couples strangeness with uncanny accuracy to create poems that "offer a once-and-for-all thing, opaque and revelatory, ceaselessly burning."

"Wright has found a way to wed fragments of an iconic America to a luminously strange idiom, eerie as a tin whistle."
The New Yorker

"Wright shrinks back from nothing."
Voice Literary Supplement

"C.D. Wright is a devastating visionary. She writes in light. She sets language on fire."
American Letters

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