Friday, May 16, 2014

Poetry Friday: Battling Against the Brilliance

I'm sitting here a little teary-eyed, for a few reasons, as I think about Richard Wilbur's "The Writer."

Because he's just that good.

Because I have raised young women who write.

Because Betsy is graduating and growing up and away.

And because when Betsy has flown, I will remember my writer, enclosed in the world of her keyboard and screen, as she so often was -- jaw set, fingers flying -- pounding out her dreams, making them real and strong.

The Writer
by Richard Wilbur

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 remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;

We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove

(Promise me you will go read the whole poem here, at



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jama said...

I love that poem! Hugs to you :).

Liz Steinglass said...

I'm so glad I promised to read the whole thing. It's lovely. I love that she's in the prow of the ship/home. I love the connection between the daughter and the bird. Thanks for sharing this and the snapshot of where you are.

Margaret Simon said...

Roots and wings, that's what you have given and that is what will stay. I have sent three daughters out into the world. It's scary and lonely, but so worth it to watch them fly.