Richard Wilbur Quotes

Roland, who to Charles his King And to the dove that hatched the dovetailed world Was faithful unto death, and shamed the Devil.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Lying (l. 83-85). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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We know what boredom is: it is a dull Impatience or a fierce velleity, A champing wish, stalled by our lassitude, To make or do. In the strict sense, of course, We invent nothing, merely bearing witness To what each morning brings again to light:
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Lying (l. 13-18). . . Harvard Book of Contemporary American Poetry, The. Helen Vendler, ed. (1985) The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press.
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Mind in its purest play is like some bat That beats about in caverns all alone, Contriving by a kind of senseless wit Not to conclude against a wall of stone.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Mind (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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The good grey guardians of art Patrol the halls on spongy shoes, Impartially protective, though Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Museum Piece (l. 1-4). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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I can't forget How she stood at the top of that long marble stair Amazed, and then with a sleepy pirouette Went dancing slowly down to the fountain-quieted square;
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Piazza di Spagna, Early Morning (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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But what now grips his fancy is her face, And how the cunning picture holds her still At just that smiling instant when her soul, Grown sweetly faint, and swept beyond control, Consents to his inexorable will.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Playboy (l. 24-28). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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An underground grower, blind and a common brown; Got a misshapen look, it's nudged where it could; Simple as soil yet crowded as earth with all.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Potato (l. 1-3). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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Forgive the hero, you who would have died Gladly with all you knew; he rode that tide To Ararat; all men are Noah's sons.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Still, Citizen Sparrow (l. 22-24). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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He shoulders nature there, the frightfully free, The naked-headed one. Pardon him, you Who dart in the orchard aisles, for it is he Devours death, mocks mutability, Has heart to make an end, keeps nature new.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Still, Citizen Sparrow (l. 8-12). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and things' selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Beautiful Changes (l. 14-18). . . Introduction to Poetry, An. Louis Simpson, ed. (3d ed., 1986) St. Martin's Press.
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