
Looking into History By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
I try Like orphaned Hamlet working up his grief To see my spellbound fathers in these men Who, breathless in their amber atmosphere, Show but the post ...
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I try Like orphaned Hamlet working up his grief To see my spellbound fathers in these men Who, breathless in their amber atmosphere, Show but the post ...
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After the clash of elevator gates And the long sinking, she emerges where, A slight thing in the morning’s crosstown glare, She looks up toward the wi ...
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Are we so certain that those wings, returned And turning, we had half discerned Before our dazzled eyes had surely seen The bird aloft there, did not ...
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(Tell me your dreams, O sailors: Tell me, in sleep did you climb The tall masts, and before you—) At night the stillness of old trees Is a leaning ove ...
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Cold, wet leaves Floating on moss-coloured water??? And the croaking of frogs— Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. ?
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Balmy overcast nights of late September; Palms standing out in street light, house light; Full moon penetrating the cloud-film With an explosive halo, ...
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All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam--- Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; ...
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Away above a harborful ????????????????????????????????????????????? of caulkless houses??? among the charley noble chimneypots ??????????????????of a ...
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Recalling the chains of their feet, I stand and look out over grasses At the bridge they built, long abandoned, Breaking down into water at last, And ...
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With my foot on the water, I feel The moon outside Take on the utmost of its power. I set my broad sole upon silver, On the skin of the sky, on the mo ...
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They hesitated at his smile, Wondering what it seemed to say To lovers who a little while Before had thought to understand, By violence upon the sand, ...
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One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water.
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We raised a prayer house— that is, we broke new wood for one, but some tough burned it, snarling: “Carve only stones for the dead.” Damp ground, no fi ...
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In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand the forms of my vanity or I am hard ...
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Wrapped in robes— not like Caesar but like liver with bacon— I rest on the stern burning my mouth with a wind-hot ash, watching my ship bypass the swe ...
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I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky, where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch. My darling, the wind falls in like ston ...
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Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand from your hand as I said I would and I have made it this far as I said I would and I am on the top deck ...
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