We were the last romantics – chose for theme Traditional sanctity and loveliness; Whatever’s written in what poets name The book of the people; whatever most can bless The mind of man or elevate a rhyme; But all is changed, that high horse riderless, Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode Where the swan drifts […]
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October Maples, Portland by Richard Wilbur
05
Oct 2010
This was today’s poem from Davey’s. It’s beautiful and reminds me of the Northeast, which I miss quite a bit. October Maples, Portland Richard Wilbur The leaves, though little time they have to live, Were never so unfallen as today, And seem to yield us through a rustled sieve The very light from which time […]
