“What you hope for Is that at some point of the pointless journey, Indoors or out, and when you least expect it, Right in the middle of your stride, like that, So neatly that you never feel a thing, The kind assassin Sleep will draw a bead And blow your brains out.” FeelsKindSleepBrainJourneyMiddleDrawsBlowPointlessStrideAssassinsBeads Book:Collected Poems 1943-2004 Source: Collected Poems 1943-2004
“I would feel dead if I didn't have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem. I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering, and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.” IfsThinkingWorldFeelsCertainSufferingOrderAbilityKnackInarticulate Author:Richard Wilbur
