Love Calls Us to the Things of This World by Richard Wilbur

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses, Some are in smocks: but truly there they are. Now… Continue reading Love Calls Us to the Things of This World by Richard Wilbur