
Year’s End By Richard Wilbur - Giggle Poems
Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shape ...
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Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shape ...
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I liked my playmates, and knew well, Whence all their parents came; From England, Scotland, royal France From Germany and oft by chance The humble Eme ...
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I speak this poem now with grave and level voice In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
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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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I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, broc ...
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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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To turn a stone with its white squirming underneath, to pry the disc from the sun’s eclipse—white heat coiling in the blinded eye: to these malign??? ...
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Higher than that Number 12 presides Like a beekeeper Over the swarming honeycomb Of the open watch.
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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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It was time too to leave you uncut and full-featured, Like the grandpa of twenty-five pumpkins in my past, Khrushchev-cheeked and dwelling on yourself ...
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I dreamt last night the fright was over, that the dust came, and then water,??? and women and men, together??? again, and all was quiet in the dim moo ...
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1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the snows, When I was torn By love I could not still, ...
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Anyone with quiet pace who walks a gray road in the West may hear a badger underground where??? in deep flint another time is Caught by flint and hel ...
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Blind men, on bourbon, with guitars, blind men with their scars dulled by kola, blind men seeking the shelter of a raindrop, blind men in corn, blind ...
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These others stand with you, squinting the city into place, yet cannot see what you see, what you would see —a vision of these paths, laid out like a ...
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And does the heart grow old? You know In the indiscriminate green Of summer or in earliest snow A landscape is another scene, Inchoate and anonymous, ...
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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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The man splitting wood in the daybreak looks strong, as though, if one weakened, one could turn to him and he would help. When he split wood he struck ...
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I thought my stride one day would reach every other and from then on I would walk in time with the way toward that Lobachevskian haze up ahead where t ...
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1 The children of the Czar Played with a bouncing ball In the May morning, in the Czar’s garden, Tossing it back and forth. Like Papa’s face, said Sis ...
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Those screams have all gone east on a wind that will never stop blowing down from the Rockies and over the plains, where things catch on for a little ...
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A kitchen falling through time with its things in their places, the dishes jingling up in the cupboard, the bucket of drinking water rippled as if a t ...
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In musty light, in the thin brown air of damp carpet, doll heads and rust, beneath long rows of sharp footfalls like nails in a lid, an old man stands ...
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I’m here to tell you that they were, and many of us did, despite ourselves, though the road from there to here is paved with dead brain cells, parents ...
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