Voice of the Ridge By C.D. Wright

I was devastated to hear of the death yesterday of my favourite poet C.D. Wright. What a loss to world poetry. My favourite poem of hers is not online so I will post it here as a tribute.

Voice of the RidgeBy C.D. Wright
Something about a hazy afternoon−a long drive          about cedars spearing the skySomething about a body at a crossing          about a dog missing a paw          about buying a freshly dressed henSomething about the locus of the dead
Something about a strange town on a weekend          about large white panties on a lineAbout a table in a family-owned café          an old morsel on the tinesSomething about the owner dragging one footSomething about wine from a jelly glass
Something about a hazy afternoon−a long drive          about no purse no stockingsSomething about unfolding the map          about a cemetery that isn’t kept up          about grasshoppers−their knack for surpriseSomething about finding a full set of clothes in the weed
Something about a hazy afternoon−a long drive          about hills of goldenrodSomething about filling-station attendants           the one blue hole in the cloudsSomething about birds of prey−the locus of the dead
Something about the long drive home−a slow sundowning           about the din of insectsSomething about straight gold hair on a pillowSomething about writing by the kingly light           in the quick minutes left before lips           suction a nipple from wrinkled linen

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