“ Outside the open window, the morning air is all awash with angels. ”
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“ Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self. ”
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“ To this congress the poet speaks not of peculiar and personal things, but of what in himself is most common, most anonymous, most fundamental, most true of all men. ”
- Richard Wilbur- Copy
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“ It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ Caught summer is always an imagined time.Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind.There must be primeIn the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and findRiding the palest daysIts perfect blaze. ”
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“ What power had I before I learned to yield? Shatter me Great Wind! I shall possess the field! Richard Wilbur a stanza from his poem To A Milkweed. ”
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“ It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ What power had I before I learned to yield? Shatter me Great Wind! I shall possess the field! Richard Wilbur a stanza from his poem To A Milkweed. ”
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“ What power had I before I learned to yield? Shatter me Great Wind! I shall possess the field! Richard Wilbur a stanza from his poem To A Milkweed. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
- Richard Wilbur- Copy
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“ Caught summer is always an imagined time.Time gave it, yes, but time out of any mind.There must be primeIn the heart to beget that season, to reach past rain and findRiding the palest daysIts perfect blaze. ”
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“ Hot summer has exhausted her intentTo the last rose and roundelay seed.No leaf has changed, and yet these leaves now readLike a love-letter that's no longer meant. ”
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