"The Golden Hair Of Daylight Along Her Shoulders"
It's almost becoming route for me to say, when posting these poems from James Wright, that there's a fantastic last line--but I really think this one, from 'The Journey' may take the cake:
"...The secret / Of this journey is to let the wind / Blow its dust all over your body, / To let it go on blowing, to step lightly, lightly / All the way through your ruins, and not to lose / Any sleep over the dead, who surely / Will bury their own, don't worry."
Here's the whole of Wright's poem 'The Journey,' read by Charles Wright back in 1996. (We'll have more of Charles Wright reading his own poems later today.)