Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World
by Richard Wilbur
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded
soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and
simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with
angels.
Read the rest of the poem here or listen to Richard Wilbur read his poem.
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I didn’t know this poem – so glad I do now. (Really enjoyed the video.) Time to go move among “the world’s hunks and colors” – thanks for sharing!
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For some reason, I knew the title of this poem, but hadn’t really heard all of it. Wonderful video (beautiful reading voice!). Love the image of angels in the opening lines. What a fine wordsmith Mr. Wilbur is.
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What a charming video! Would love to listen to that again. Thanks.
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Ah – the smell of line dried laundry! Thanks for sharing this lovely poem and video.
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I love that you shared Richard Wilbur reading his own words…something so profound about a poet expressing their words aloud. Thanks for sharing. =)
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Makes me wish for a clothesline and “The morning air…all awash with
angels.”
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“Awash with angels.” I love it! And I laughed out loud at “Let there be nothing on earth but laundry.” Wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing this poem.
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When I was living in Australia, clothes dryers were (and probably still are) less popular. I quickly learned to love the meditative experience that hanging laundry came to be… except when the birds used my towels for target practice. Thank you for posting this wonderful poem and video.
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