Though the young Mr. Wright witnessed firsthand the ravages of the poet’s life, his professional course was set by the time he was a teenager. When he was 14 or 15, as he later recounted in interviews, he wrote his first poem and mailed it to his father.
“I’ll be damned,” James Wright wrote back. “You’re a poet. Welcome to hell.”
- Franz Wright, March 18, 1953 – May 14, 2015
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