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David M. Wright

David M. Wright is the director and writer of the Upper-School literature curriculum at Memoria Press. He has taught AP Literature and English with a focus on the Great Books for the last ten years. He received his master’s degree in English lit. from DePaul University, completed the CiRCE Teacher Apprenticeship program, and is currently working on a PhD. at the Univ. of Louisville. He is the founder and director of the annual Climacus Conference in Louisville, KY.

David M. Wright Jul 12, 2019

 “How can I more precisely express truth and beauty in my writing?” asked the young traveler, sitting by the rocky entrance of a cave, high on the east side of Mount Athos (prosopopoeia).

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David M. Wright Dec 31, 2018

Have you ever quarreled about something (that you later realized was insignificant), and in so doing, lost sight of what was truly important? Have you ever been waylaid by something distracting, and lost your way as a result? Well, if you haven’t experienced this in a while, you may recall a similar gist in one of Aesop’s fables, “The Ass and His Shadow.” (If not, read on!)

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David M. Wright Mar 14, 2014

I’d like to share with you my dream to have an English class Garden of Poetry. It will be a rewarding project that will use interaction with the living elements of nature to inspire a more reflective, spiritual reading (and writing) of literature and poetry. Many great poets of the past and present have been gardeners, farmers, or naturalists, planting their words deep in the loam, deriving shape, form, and being from our nutrient-rich earth.

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David M. Wright Dec 13, 2013

THE AGONY
George Herbert (1593-1633)

        Philosophers have measured mountains,
Fathomed the depths of seas, of states, and kings,
Walked with a staff to heaven, and traced fountains:
        But there are two vast, spacious things,
The which to measure it doth more behove:
Yet few there are that sound them; Sin and Love.

        Who would know Sin, let him repair
Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see
A man, so wrung with pains, that all his hair,

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David M. Wright Oct 11, 2013

Quae Nocent Docent

[in Christ’s Hospital book]

O! mihi praeteritos referat si Jupiter annos! (1789)

Oh! might my ill-past hours return again!
No more, as then, should Sloth around me throw
    Her soul-enslaving, leaden chain!
No more the precious time would I employ
In giddy revels, or in thoughtless joy,
A present joy producing future woe.

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David M. Wright Sep 12, 2013

The Morning Watch
by Henry Vaughan

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David M. Wright Aug 16, 2013

[Editor's Note: This is the first edition of a new weekly feature wherein we will be contemplating a single work of poetry or a portion of a poem. The tone of these posts will vary, ranging from academic to informal, but will always be driven by a deep and abiding love of poetry. We hope you enjoy and, please, join the conversation!]

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David M. Wright Aug 12, 2013

“Suddenly, right before their eyes, look, a potent marvel destined to shape the future!”
The Aeneid, Book V. ll. 575-6

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David M. Wright Sep 5, 2011
 
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David M. Wright Mar 22, 2011
"Blackberry Picking" by Seamus Heaney

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
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