
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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The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. Little spots of suns ...
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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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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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Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble their feet And rustle to a passing wi ...
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Nevertheless, unable to decide He retraces his steps Several times and finds himself On a huge blank wall That has no window.
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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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And straightway I was released And sprang through an open gate.” I said, “Into a meadow?” He said, “I am impervious to irony. They say, you are merely ...
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And at night, quivering with tears, You are like the tree called Tasso’s. When the lovers prop their bicycles And sit on the high benches That look ac ...
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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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O world half-known through opening, twilit lids Before the vague face clenches into light; O universal waters like a cloud, Like those first clouds of ...
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The needles and pine cones about me Are full of small birds at their roundest, Their fists without mercy gripping Hard down through the tree to the ro ...
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Up in the attic, among many things Inherited and out of style, I cried, then fell asleep awhile, Waking at night now, as the snow- flakes from darknes ...
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2 The whistles of a peabody bird go overhead Like a needle pushed five times through the air, They enter the leaves, and come out little changed. But ...
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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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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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From the tower window the moon draws a silver maple’s shadow across a spangled lawn; horses rear, manes lashing the air, front legs floating.
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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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All over the sand road where we walk multiflora rose climbs trees cascading white or pink blossoms, simple, intense the scene drifting like colored mi ...
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Huge, platterlike white flowers shining in the night to soften their plaintive howling. Gaudy and awkward by day, by night they were huge, soft, lumin ...
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