(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

The Jewel

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

by James Arlington Wright

Comments (1)

One of the most mysterious poems ever. I love it.