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Two by Charles Wright
Today, the Library of Congress names Charles Wright as the new Poet Laureate of the United States. In honor of Charles’ well-deserved title, here are two of his poems from Issue 39, Appetites.
ONLY THE I CHING HEXAGRAMS ARE LACKING
Unlike despair, happiness knows no ﬁnal answer.
As one who has carried discontent
Like car keys,
why should I silence the music of their ping and jingle?
I turn to the Master of No Speech
And seek his counsel.
In the dye-glare of Zattere waters,
He opens his hands: ﬁve elements and the ten celestial stems.
“ON THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE”
The older I become, the more the landscape resembles me.
All morning a misty rain,
All afternoon the sun uncovered and covered by cloud snares.
At night, in the evergreens,
The moonlight slides off the wind-weary branches, and will not stick.
No movement, the dark forest.