
Love Calls Us to the Things of This World By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessèd day, And cries, “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...
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The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessèd day, And cries, “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...
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The children are hiding among the raspberry canes. We lie in bed at night, thinking about The future, always the future, always forgetting That it wil ...
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I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris I stood alone in a deserted square. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through ...
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Diamonds and hearts are red but spades are black, And spades are spades and clubs are clovers—black. Trains lead to ships and ships to death or trains ...
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Dear old equivocal and closest friend, Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered king, Now we approach The Ecclesiastean Age Where the heart is like to go off ...
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This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most any smooth Surface, pleasantly humming a ...
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A door sunk in a hillside, with a bolt thick as the boy’s arm, and behind that door the walls of ice, melting a blue, faint light, an air of cedar bra ...
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Unwitting accomplice in the scheme of law she thought to violate, man-set as it was, and, here, inconsequential as the sun at midnight, drought at flo ...
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The father’s skin is seamed and dry, the map Of that wild region where they drained the swamp And set provision out that they might sit, Of history th ...
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Change is continuous on the seamless web, Yet moments come like this one, when you feel Upon your heart a signal to attend The definite announcement o ...
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And on the other side of our nickel There is the profile of a man with long hair And a couple of feathers in the hair; we know Somehow that he is an A ...
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Being intelligible, these winding ways with their audacities and delicate hesitations, they become miraculous, so intimately, out there at the pen’s p ...
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So, coming home at noon, I saw storm windows lying on the ground, Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass I saw the crushed grass, how it seem ...
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My father and uncle talking over all the goods to be received that day, the goods delivered, their two reflections in the window floating like blurry ...
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The dog in humble inquiry along the ground, The child who credits dreams and fears the dark, Know more and less than you: they know full well Nor drea ...
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In the naked bed, in Plato’s cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind troubled the window cu ...
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The florist was told, cyclamen or azalea; White in either case, for you are pale As they are, “blooming early and profusely” Though the azalea grows i ...
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