
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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’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. And, as in uffish thou ...
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Away above a harborful ????????????????????????????????????????????? of caulkless houses??? among the charley noble chimneypots ??????????????????of a ...
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I get up and walk off in the moonlight and each time I look back the red is deeper and the light smaller. Scorpio rises late with Mars caught in his c ...
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Two and two violet green swallows Play over the lake. The blue birds have come back To nest on the little island. The swallows sip water on the wing A ...
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But in this shadowy lower life I sleep with a terrestrial wife And earthy children I beget. Now, in the heavenly other place Love is in the eternal mi ...
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Beginning to dangle beneath The wind that blows from the undermined wood,??? ??????I feel the great pulley grind, ??????The thread I cling to lengthe ...
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I would have him eat The heart, and from it, have an idea Stream into his gnarling head That he no longer has a thing To lose, and so can walk Out int ...
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To match them, the landscape flowers, Outdoing, desperately Outdoing what is required: The richest wood, The deepest field. And those that are hunted ...
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The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;??? though sometimes it ...
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For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his drea ...
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It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwich ...
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They have set aside their black tin boxes,??? scratched and dented, spattered with drops of pink and blue;??? and their dried-up, rolled-up tubes??? o ...
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I like to find??? what's not found??? at once, but lies within something of another nature,??? in repose, distinct.??? Gull feathers of glass, hidden ...
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Out of the deep and the dark, A sparkling mystery, a shape, Something perfect, Comes like the stir of the day: One whose breath is an odor, Whose eyes ...
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