Charles Wright Quotes

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

All forms of landscape are autobiographical.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

I empty myself with light Until I become morning.

November’s a burn and an ache.

How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?

Meanwhile, the mole goes on with its subterranean daydreams, The dogs lie around like rugs

The music of memory has its own pitch, /which not everyone hears.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world.Morning arrives and that's it.Sunlight darkens the earth.

Arrange your unutterable alphabet, my man, / and hold tight. / It's all you've got, a naming of things, and not so beautiful.