Sublime

Year’s End - Richard Wilbur

Now winter downs the dying of the year,

And night is all a settlement of snow;

From the soft street the rooms of houses show

A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,

Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin

And still allows some stirring down within.

I’ve known the wind by water banks to shake

The late leaves down, which frozen wh

Beowulf

by Richard Wilbur

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The land was overmuch like scenery,

The flowers attentive, the grass too garrulous green;

In the lake like a dropped kerchief could be seen

The lark's reflection after the lark was gone;

The Roman road lay paved too shiningly

For a road so many men had traveled on.

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Also the people were strange, were strangely warm.

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