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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Asleep on the black trunk
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
James Wright is the father of Franz Wright.
They are the only Father/Son to both
win the Pulitzer Prize for poetry.
When Franz read his first poem to his father,
his father said "You're a poet, welcome to hell."
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