Like Hearing Your Name
Called in a Language
You Don’t Understand

by C. D. Wright
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C. D. Wright has created something that can be truly called marvelous.

What a lovely reminder to live life as we sense it. Death comes along like fruit vendors with baggy pants, but Wright admonishes all readers to clearly understand we ourselves are not in death's pocket yet.

The restrained beauty of the poem's rhythm both contains and supports the fluid quality of the speaker's thoughts and allusions. The resulting tensions are both subtle and exciting, appealing to both thought and emotion. Lovely.