Richard Wilbur: Advice to a Prophet
When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,
Spare us all word of the weapons…
March 6, 2022 · Leave a comment
Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World
Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.
June 27, 2021 · 2 Comments
