“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
“Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and things' selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.” WayKindSelfMomentsHandsBeautifulWishLosesWonderFindingsRose Book:Poems of Richard Wilbur Source: Poems of Richard Wilbur
