
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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I am putting makeup on empty space all patinas convening on empty space rouge blushing on empty space I am putting makeup on empty space pasting eyela ...
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I wonder Then realize I’m not the only person who’s considered in the grand scope of daily living There are those fast asleep who want to be and would ...
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Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at from my window into the streets That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is walking around, looking aro ...
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"At pet stores in Detroit, you can buy frozen rats for seventy-five cents apiece, to feed your pet boa constrictor" back home in Grosse Pointe, or in ...
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My life lay crumpled like a smashed car. Lines gather at mouth and at eyes like cracks in a membrane. Outside before dawn houses sail up like wrecks f ...
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In the steamer is the trout??? seasoned with slivers of ginger, two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.??? We shall eat it with rice for lunch,??? ...
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Half steel wire, half metal wing, nothing and anything might make this noise of saws and rasps, a creaking and groaning of bone-growth, or body-death, ...
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I lie beneath my window listening to the sound of apples dropping in the yard, a syncopated code I long to know, which continues even as I sleep, and ...
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Dew: I’ve forgotten. Naked: I’ve forgotten. Wrens are small, plain birds, yarn is what one knits with. Knowing it wasn’t ripe or sweet, I didn’t eat b ...
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Preferring life with the sons to death with the fathers, We also doubt on the record whether the sons Will still be shouting around with the same huzz ...
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The star dissolved in evening—the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now and still now the large Relinquishing and t ...
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The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds Hush within hush until the nigh ...
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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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“It’s a ’49,” Rhinehardt said, and slammed The screen door, then worked his way around The dog turds in the yard To the Buick gutted from fire—the gea ...
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When I opened the cantina At noon A triangle of sunlight Was stretched out On the floor Like a rug Like a tired cat. I poured a beer, At a table Shuff ...
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However in the seventh month With child, her belly Rising like a portion of the sun, Something knotted inside her. Manuel summoned the Partera And tho ...
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When the sun’s whiteness closes around us Like a noose, It is noon, and Molina squats In the uneven shade of an oleander.
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Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. Lilacs, False blue, White, Purpl ...
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Because there are avenues Of traffic lights, a phone book Of brothers and lawyers, Why should you think your purse Will not be tugged from your arm Or ...
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As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush of an electric car. Sitting here in the Summe ...
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The big room is coloured like the petals Of a great magnolia, And has a patina Of flower bloom Which makes it shine dimly Under the electric lamps. Th ...
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Field The wind sprays pale dirt into my mouth The small, almost invisible scars On my hands. Wind A dry wind over the valley Peeled mountains, grain b ...
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The west wind has lifted a scarf On the seat close beside me; the blue of it is a violent outrage of colour. Her kisses are sharp buds of fire; and I ...
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