Littlefoot

Littlefoot, the eighteenth book from one of this countrys most acclaimed poets, is an extended meditation on mortality, on the narrators search of the skies for a road map and for last instructions on “the other side of my own death.” Following the course of one year, the poets seventieth, we witness the seasons change over his familiar postage stamps of soil, realizing that we are reflected in them, that the true affinity is between writer and subject, human and nature, one becoming the other, as the river is like our blood, “it powers on, / out of sight, out of mind.” Seeded with lyrics of old love songs and spirituals, here we meet solitude, resignation, and a glad cry that while a return to the beloved earth is impossible, “all things come from splendor,” and the urgent question that the poet cant help but ask: “Will you miss me when Im gone?

"If Nature is a haunted house, as Emily Dickinson told us, and Art a house that tries to be haunted, then Wright has created in Littlefoot one of the most satisfyingly possessed landscapes of his career . . . Inside his lyric, there resides a world well beyond the ordinary . . . It is the heart and soul that he delivers so eloquently." —Thomas Curwen, Los Angeles Times

“Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs dont often get mentioned in the works of Pultizer Prize-winning writers, but thats precisely what puts Charles Wright in his unique position among contemporary poets. Somewhere in his work, layered with echoes of the masters, there is always room to connect his highly polished poems to the world where most of us lead mundane lives . . . More often than not, [Littlefoot] is a celebration, which is something else that sets Wright apart . . . [Wright] speaks with a sadness that makes the uplifting moments quite credible. Mortality is as inescapable in Wrights depiction of life as it is in life itself.” —Dionisio Martinez, Miami Herald

“By using a combination of short poetic sections and long and stepped-down lines, Wright blends dense, musical imagery with meditative longings to make a poetry thats unique in the contemporary American scene.” —Michael Chitwood, The News & Observer (Raleigh)

“Charles Wright has been on the lookout for transcendence in his back yard for years.  His poems often examine the way an ordinary bit of perception or speech turns suddenly musical.  Wrights back yard is his own little piece of the pastoral, world in which ease and wisdom coexist and  create each other, where Eastern mysticism merges with Southern laziness…In Littlefoot, a book-length poem, Wright continues in this way, this time with a greater attention paid to the particulars of his own life and death.” —Katie Peterson, The Chicago Tribue

“[Wrights] long open verse lines mix genres and sources with seeming effortlessness, but he never stops thinking . . . In Wrights poems, the mysteries of consciousness interface with the mysteries of natural beauty, and the music of the whole often leaves a lump in the throat.” —Tom DEvelyn, Providence Journal

“For the past thirty-five years Charles Wright has been one of the most intriguing figures in our literary landscape…[There are] truly epic and monumental dimensions...[to his] work.” —Kevin Bowen, Harvard Review

Charles Wright, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the National Book Award, and the Griffin Poetry Prize, teaches at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville.