PSALM
Give thanks for all things
On the plucked lute, and likewise
The harp of ten strings.
Have the lifted horn
Greatly blare, and pronounce it
Good to have been born.
Lend the breath of life
To the stops of the sweet flute
Or capering fife,
And tell the deep drum
To make, at the right juncture,
Pandemonium.
Then, in grave relief,
Praise too our sorrows on the
Cello of shared grief.
-Richard Wilbur
Reading this makes me happy!
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I love how the poem evokes so many emotions.
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I got my Richard Wilbur Collected Poems in the mail the other day! Now it’s time to be quiet and read aloud to myself. Sending lots of love, dear GJ!
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