![]() ![]() ![]() Wright’s prose is easy on the ear, not unserious but also not afraid to be funny, and lightened by a kind of confidence you find, one might assume, after decades of writing without subscribing to any particular school: “Obsession” might be the right word, though that sounds too fatalistic, which this book is not, and undermines the ambulatory course through science, history, photography, and family this book makes. At its core, the book is an extensively researched examination, meditation, or love letter to the beech tree. What we have in Casting, then, is more like an artifact of imagination, the poet immersed in her fieldwork. While the book offers us technically no closure per se, its openness is not out of step with the mode of investigation on display that is, of following one’s nose, watching what connections take hold. Add to this list of works the posthumously published and no less ambitious Casting Deep Shade, recently released from Copper Canyon Press. ![]() At the same time, the particularity of place she’d rendered even in her earliest poems were felt, to the end of her career, through an inimitable style. The trajectory of work she left us with is just that: a trajectory, its forward momentum felt in her insistence on enlarging her scope, each book seeming to attain higher ground than its predecessor. ![]() Wright passed away at the beginning of 2016. Wright’s Casting Deep Shade - by Ben Rutherfurd ![]()
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