Charles Wright
Charles Wright is an American poet, translator, and critic born on August 25, 1935, in Pickwick Dam, Tennessee.
Wright was educated at Christ School and went on to work as both a school teacher and a university teacher over the course of his career. He also took up translation, work that earned him the PEN Translation Prize, and he received a Fulbright Scholarship and a Guggenheim Fellowship along the way. His writing in English spans poetry and criticism, reflecting the range of roles he has held throughout his professional life.
The honors Wright has accumulated place him among the most decorated figures in American poetry. He received the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry, as well as the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, and the Bollingen Prize. The Pulitzer Prize for Poetry followed, and he was later named United States Poet Laureate. Few American poets have collected that particular combination of prizes, and Wright holds them all.
Poetry is the genre at the center of Wright's work, and it is the thread that connects his roles as teacher, translator, and critic throughout his life.
Quotes by Charles Wright

All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there, away from the grief of being here.

That I isn’t I anymore. It’s someone else, the character who plays me, someone who’s a better actor than I could ever be. I’m just the writer. Someone else is starring in my part. I remember him just well enough to try to write about him. A case of the negative sublime. I guess art’s always after the fact. The real is imaginary, or imagined. Reconstitution, reconstruction, representation is all we’re left with. Autobiography becomes biography in the end.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

It’s linkage I’m talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

It may not be written in any book, but it is written – You can’t go back, you can’t repeat the unrepeatable.




