New Directions deeply mourns the loss of our beloved friend, C. D. Wright, the great, generous, and inspiring poet. We share the sorrow of her family, friends, and readers.
Morning Star
This isn’t the end. It simply cannot be the end. It is a road. You go ahead coatless, light- soaked, more rutilant than the road. The soles of your shoes sparkle. You walk softly as you move further inside your subject. It is a living season. The trees are anxious to be included. The car with fins beams through countless oncoming points of rage and need. The sloughed off cells under our bed form little hills of dead matter. If the most sidereal drink is pain, the most soothing clock is music. A poetry of shine could come of this. It will be predominantly green. You will be allowed to color in as much as you want for green is good for the teeth and the eyes.
C. D. Wright, “Morning Star” from Steal Away: Selected and New Poems. Copyright © 2002 by C. D. Wright. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Copper Canyon Press,www.coppercanyonpress.org.
