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Two Voices in a Meadow by Richard Wilbur

The New Yorker Poetry Podcast has an amazing episode this week. Gorgeous poem by Richard Wilbur read by Stephen Mitchell. Here’s the link. Treat yo self! And the poem…


A Milkweed

Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.

A Stone

As casual as cow-dung
Under the crib of God,
I lie where chance would have me,
Up to the ears in sod.
Why should I move? To move
Befits a light desire.
The sill of Heaven would founder,
Did such as I aspire.


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