Praise In Summer (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Obscurely yet most surely called to praise, As sometimes summer calls us all, I said The hills are heavens full ...
Richard Wilbur Poems (34 Poems)
Parable (Richard Wilbur Poems)
I read how Quixote in his random ride Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose The purity of ...
To the Etruscan Poets (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young Took with your mother's milk the mother tongue, In which pure matrix, joining ...
Puritans (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Sidling upon the river, the white boat Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning, Shaken the shore towns like ...
A Fable (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Securely sunning in a forest glade, A mild, well-meaning snake Approved the adaptations he had made For safety's sake. He ...
In a Churchyard (Richard Wilbur Poems)
That flower unseen, that gem of purest ray, Bright thoughts uncut by men: Strange that you need but speak them, ...
Juggler (Richard Wilbur Poems)
A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what ...
The Prisoner of Zenda (Richard Wilbur Poems)
At the end a "The Prisoner of Zenda," The King being out of danger, Stewart Granger (As Rudolph Rassendyll) Must ...
Having Misidentified A Wildflower (Richard Wilbur Poems)
A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by ...
March 26, 1974 (Richard Wilbur Poems)
R.Frost 100th B'day The air was soft, the ground still cold. In wet dull pastures where I strolled Was something ...
The Ride (Richard Wilbur Poems)
The horse beneath me seemed To know what course to steer Through the horror of snow I dreamed, And so ...
Epistemology (Richard Wilbur Poems)
I. Kick at the rock, Sam Johnson, break your bones: But cloudy, cloudy is the stuff of stones. II. We ...
Museum Piece (Richard Wilbur Poems)
The good gray guardians of art Patrol the halls on spongy shoes, Impartially protective, though Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse. Here ...
Orchard Trees, January (Richard Wilbur Poems)
It's not the case, though some might wish it so Who from a window watch the blizzard blow White riot ...
The Writer (Richard Wilbur Poems)
In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My ...
Shame (Richard Wilbur Poems)
It is a cramped little state with no foreign policy, Save to be thought inoffensive. The grammar of the language ...
Transit (Richard Wilbur Poems)
A woman I have never seen before Steps from the darkness of her town-house door At just that crux of ...
The Beautiful Changes (Richard Wilbur Poems)
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides ...
In the Smoking Car (Richard Wilbur Poems)
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the ...
Matthew VIII,28 ff. (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Rabbi, we Gadarenes Are not ascetics; we are fond of wealth and possessions. Love, as You call it, we obviate ...
Wedding Toast (Richard Wilbur Poems)
St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast, The water-pots poured wine in such amount That by his sober count ...
Riddle (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Where far in forest I am laid, In a place ringed around by stones, Look for no melancholy shade, And ...
A Plain Song For Comadre (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy ...
Advice to a Prophet (Richard Wilbur Poems)
When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city, Mad-eyed from stating the obvious, Not proclaiming ...
Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World (Richard Wilbur Poems)
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless ...
A World Without Objects is a Sensible Emptiness (Richard Wilbur Poems)
The tall camels of the spirit Steer for their deserts, passing the last groves loud With the sawmill shrill of ...
Boy at the Window (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. The small boy weeps ...
June Light (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Your voice, with clear location of June days, Called me outside the window.You were there, Light yet composed, as in ...
A Hole In The Floor (Richard Wilbur Poems)
for Rene Magritte The carpenter's made a hole In the parlor floor, and I'm standing Staring down into it now ...
The Riddle (Richard Wilbur Poems)
Shall I love God for causing me to be? I was mere utterance; shall these words love me? Yet when ...