Richard Wilbur Quote

The soul shrinks
From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessed day,
And cries,
"Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven."


Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World


The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessed day, And cries, Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...

The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessed day, And cries, Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...

The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessed day, And cries, Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...

The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blessed day, And cries, Oh, let there be nothing on earth but ...