Poems by Richard Wilbur
The Writer
... To the hard floor, or the desk-top,And wait then, humped and bloody, ...
The Beautiful Changes
... to lose For a moment all that it touches back to ...
Wedding Toast
... That this world's fullness is not made but found ...
A Plain Song For Comadre
... expense Of sweat is done,Does not the dark come flooding the straight ...
Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World
... The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, ...
Boy at the Window
... Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear ...
A Hole In The Floor
... for Rene MagritteThe carpenter's made a hole ...
For K.R. on her Sixtieth Birthday
... You whet your wings till dawn shall break: ...
A Fire-Truck
... Blurring to sheer verb,Shift at the corner into uproarious gear ...
Praise In Summer
... in clay, And sparrows sweep the ceiling of our day ...
To the Etruscan Poets
... You strove to leave some line of verse behindLike still fresh tracks across a field of snow, ...
A Fable
... And was content that he had thought to add ...
Juggler
... It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red ballsTo shake our gravity up ...
Having Misidentified A Wildflower
... In a world not vague, not lonely, ...
The Ride
... On into what was not,Till the weave of the storm grew thin, ...
