“Speechless and cold the stars arise on the small garden where we have dominion.”
More from Richard Wilbur
“And I, too, don’t know toward what undreamt condition inch by inch I go.”
“Joy’s trick is to supply dry lips with what can cool and slake, leaving them dumbstruck…”
“It’s best when laundry ends up being dry.”
“Because he swings so neatly through the trees, an ape feels natural in the word trapeze.”