Richard Wilbur

(March 1, 1921)

Richard Wilbur Poems

1. The House 3/18/2015
2. The Death Of A Toad 12/16/2014
3. Two Voices In A Meadow 4/4/2012
4. Puritans 1/3/2003
5. To The Etruscan Poets 1/3/2003
6. Having Misidentified A Wild-Flower 1/3/2003
7. Transit 1/3/2003
8. The Ride 1/3/2003
9. The Prisoner Of Zenda 1/3/2003
10. The Riddle 1/3/2003
11. Worlds 1/3/2003
12. Riddle 1/3/2003
13. Shame 1/3/2003
14. In A Churchyard 6/29/2003
15. Matthew Viii,28 Ff. 1/3/2003
16. In The Smoking Car 1/3/2003
17. For K.R. On Her Sixtieth Birthday 1/3/2003
18. June Light 1/20/2003
19. Orchard Trees, January 1/3/2003
20. Museum Piece 1/3/2003
21. Exeunt 1/3/2003
22. A Hole In The Floor 1/13/2003
23. March 26, 1974 1/3/2003
24. Epistemology 8/12/2003
25. A World Without Objects Is A Sensible Emptiness 6/23/2003
26. A Fire-Truck 1/13/2003
27. Wedding Toast 1/3/2003
28. Juggler 7/3/2003
29. Advice To A Prophet 1/3/2003
30. The Beautiful Changes 7/3/2003
31. Parable 1/3/2003
32. The Writer 1/3/2003
33. Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World 1/13/2003
34. A Fable 1/3/2003
35. Boy At The Window 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Richard Wilbur

Boy At The Window

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a ...

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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, their force and range,
The long numbers that rocket the mind;
Our slow, unreckoning hearts will be left behind,
Unable to fear what is too strange.

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