A Wedding Toast by Richard Wilbur
St. John tells how
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Advice to a Prophet by Richard Wilbur
When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
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June Light by Richard Wilbur
Your voice, with clear location of June days
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Lying by Richard Wilbur
To claim at a dead party to have spotted a grackle
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The House by Richard Wilbur
Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
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The Prisoner of Zenda by Richard Wilbur
At the end a
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The Reader by Richard Wilbur
She is going back these days
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The Writer by Richard Wilbur
In her room at the prow of the house
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