“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
“Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.” WritingMaySelfTalkingProductsOneselfDisappearPoetry IsWriting Poetry Author:Richard Wilbur
“That's the main business of the poem!-to see if you can't make up a language that sets all your selves talking at once-all of them being fair to each other.” IfsSelfPoetryLanguageTalkingFairs Author:Richard Wilbur
“It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self.” MindPersonsDoeSelfAudienceTaughtPoetIdealsCongressNeighborAddresses Author:Richard Wilbur
