Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mother's milk the mother tongue,
In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind
Like still fresh tracks across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go.
Added: on August 1st, 2005 at 11:49 AM | Viewed: 1283 times | Comments (1)
Comment 1 of 1, added on August 1st, 2005 at 11:49 AM.
I am not trying to put anyone down it's just that I think that you could make the poem more livly, but on the outher hand someone else might be able to understand it.
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Poem Info
Poet:Richard Wilbur Poem: To the Etruscan Poets
Last read: May 17 2008, 2:59AM
Poem of the Day:Aug 1 2005
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Added on August 1st, 2005 at 11:49 AM.
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I am not trying to put anyone down it's just that I think that you could make the poem more livly, but on the outher hand someone else might be able to understand it.
aquapooh18 from United States