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I owe much of my emotional development to Richard Wilbur, a poet who I will most likely spend much of my life  learning from.  My relationship with his work goes back to high school and the self-reflecting "Boy at the Window," although I have come to appreciate his commentary on the life-well-lived much more in recent years.  True story:  I picked up his Complete Works at a used bookstore, took it home to devour AT LAST, and cried for an hour when I realized it had been SIGNED!  By Richard Wilbur HIMSELF!! He is currently (as of Fall 2010) teaching a class on the lyric poem at Amherst College in Massachusetts, his alma mater, and Lord knows my sense of stuck-ness is at code REDREDRED.

*sigh* Doesn't he just look like a man with whom you 

want to spend an afternoon walking 

through the woods and drinking

chamomile tea and exchanging witty rhymes?

I owe him much, including the title of this blog, which I include here for your enrichment.

Worlds
For Alexander there was no far East,
Because he thought the Asian continent
India ended.  Free Cathay at least
Did not contribute to his discontent.

But Newton, who had grasped all space, was more
Serene. To him it seemed that he'd but played
With several shells and pebbles on the shore
Of that profundity he had not made.

Swiss Einstein with his relativity-
Most secure of all.  God does not play dice
With the cosmos and its activity.
Religionless equations won't suffice.