Richard Wilbur By Mrs. Rabideau

1. Richard Wilbur By Mrs. Rabideau

2. The Life of a Poet Richard Wilbur was born in NYC on March 21st, 1921. He studied at Amherst college before serving in the army in WWII. He later attended Harvard University.

3. His life continued… • His first book of poems was published in 1947 – The Beautiful Changes and Other Poems • He has translated numerous French plays as well as poetry. • He was admired by Robert Frost and Wallace Stevens. They even became good friends.

4. “Since then, Wilbur has received nearly every award and honor available to an American poet, including two Pulitzers, two Bollingen Prizes, a National Book Award, and the office of the U.S. Poet Laureate.” - http://www.kwls.org/littoral/the_world_is_fundamentally_a_g/

5. Richard Wilbur

6. In 2009, he taught a poetry class at Amherst. This class was focused on his writing contemporaries such as Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell. • He is currently alive and well at the ripe age of 92! “A poem comes looking for me rather than I hunting after it.”

7. The Writer And retreated, not to affright it; And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door, We watched the sleek, wild, dark And iridescent creature Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove To the hard floor, or the desk-top, And wait then, humped and bloody, For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure, It lifted off from a chair-back, Beating a smooth course for the right window And clearing the sill of the world. It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder. In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story. I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys Like a chain hauled over a gunwale. Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage. But now it is she who pauses, As if to reject my thought and its easy figure. A stillness greatens, in which The whole house seems to be thinking, And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor Of strokes, and again is silent. I remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago; How we stole in, lifted a sash

8. Works Cited • www.poets.org • http://www.kwls.org/littoral/the_world_is_fundamentally_a_g/