Richard Wilbur

(March 1, 1921)

Richard Wilbur Poems

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

A woman I have never seen before
Steps from the darkness of her town-house door
At just that crux of time when she is made
So beautiful that she or time must fade.

What use to claim that as she tugs her gloves
A phantom heraldry of all the loves
Blares from the lintel? That the staggered sun
Forgets, in his confusion, how to run?

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