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Poem
From the magazine:At the Executed Murderer's Grave
At the Executed Murderer's Grave
By James Wright
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My name is James A. Wright, and I was born
Twenty-five miles from this infected grave,
In Martins Ferry, Ohio, where one slave
To Hazel-Atlas Glass became my father.
He tried to teach me kindness. I return
Only in memory now, aloof, unhurried,
To dead Ohio,...
My name is James A. Wright, and I was born
Twenty-five miles from this infected grave,
In Martins Ferry, Ohio, where one slave
To Hazel-Atlas Glass became my father.
He tried to teach me kindness. I return
Only in memory now, aloof, unhurried,
To dead Ohio,...
Table of Contents
Washington, 1958
- James Wright
- James L. Dickey
- Donald Justice
- William H. Dickey
- James Hearst
- Daniel Berrigan
Three Poems of St. John of the Cross
- St. John of the Cross
Comment
- David Wright
- Samuel French Morse
Correspondence
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