Two Voices in A Meadow
-Richard Wilbur-
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A Milkweed
Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.
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A Stone
As casual as cow-dung
Under the crib of God,
I lie where chance would have me,
Up to the ears in sod.
Why should I move? To move
Befits a light desire.
The sill of Heaven would founder,
Did such as I aspire.
Footnote: The poem above has perfect rhyme and rhythm
.. the content in my opinion is magnificent
My favorite poets of those who have achieved fame: Shakespeare, Richard Wilbur, Yeats, Emily Dickinson,
Ogden Nash (i am ignorant of the vast treasures of poetry in the Vedas
and the Mahabharata.. some read in translation)