Anterooms

Anterooms

Out of the snowdrift
Which covered it, this pillared
Sundial starts to lift,

Able now at last
To let its frozen hours
Melt into the past

In bright, ticking drops.
Time so often hastens by,
Time so often stops–

Still, it strains belief
How an instant can dilate,
Or long years be brief.

Dreams, which interweave
All our times and tenses, are
What we can believe:

Dark they are, yet plain,
Coming to us now as if
Through a cobwebbed pane

Where, before our eyes,
All the living and the dead
Meet without surprise.

–Richard Wilbur, in The New Yorker January 5, 2009

6 thoughts on “Anterooms

  1. Just to let you know that I finally made the green soup. It was a real success. I know my friend who is allergic to all sorts of stuff can eat it, too! Charles thought I should let you know how much we liked it … Leslie

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