Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
20: “The House,”* in New Yorker, 31 August 2009, by Richard Wilbur (1921–2017)
A painful
poem to recite.
It’s
saturated—soaked with love
Of five and
sixty years. I fight
The tears
that come, for I know of—
A little
of—the pain he felt
When she,
his loving wife, was gone.
And as I
read this, my eyes melt.
He’d no one
left to lean upon.
That
image—how he sails away
To seek her
every single night?
Well, this
is why I still must say:
A painful poem to recite.
*A poem for his wife (Mary), who died in 2007; they’d been married for 65 years.
*A poem for his wife (Mary), who died in 2007; they’d been married for 65 years.
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