Richard Wilbur Quotes

The rare original heartsblood goes, Spends on the earthen hide, in the folds and wizenings, flows In the gutters of the banked and staring eyes.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Death of a Toad (l. 7-9). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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I started in to cry and call his name, Asking forgiveness of his tongueless head. . . . I dreamt the past was never past redeeming: But whether this was false or honest dreaming I beg death's pardon now. And mourn the dead.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Pardon (l. 20-24). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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My dog lay dead five days without a grave
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Pardon (l. 1). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Writer (l. 7-9). . . Oxford Book of Contemporary Verse, The, 1945-1980. D. J. Enright, comp. (1980) Oxford University Press.
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It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. The Writer (l. 31-33). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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The violent, neat and practiced skill Was all he loved and all he learned; When he was hit, his body turned To clumsy dirt before it fell. And what to say of him, God knows. Such violence. And such repose.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Tywater (l. 13-18). . . 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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The little dog lay curled and did not rise But slept the deeper as the ashes rose And found the people incomplete,
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Year's End (l. 19-21). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Great mammoths overthrown Composedly have made their long sojourns, Like palaces of patience, in the gray And changeless lands of ice.
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Year's End (l. 15-18). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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