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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Writer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In her room at the prow of the house<br>Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,<br>My daughter is writing a story.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I pause in the stairwell, hearing<br>From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys<br>Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Young as she is, the stuff<br>Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:<br>I wish her a lucky passage.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now it is she who pauses,<br>As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.<br>A stillness greatens, in which</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The whole house seems to be thinking,<br>And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor<br>Of strokes, and again is silent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I remember the dazed starling<br>Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;<br>How we stole in, lifted a sash</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And retreated, not to affright it;<br>And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,<br>We watched the sleek, wild, dark</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And iridescent creature<br>Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove<br>To the hard floor, or the desk-top,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And wait then, humped and bloody,<br>For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits<br>Rose when, suddenly sure,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It lifted off from a chair-back, <br>Beating a smooth course for the right window<br>And clearing the sill of the world.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is always a matter, my darling,<br>Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish<br>What I wished you before, but harder.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Richard+Wilbur">Richard Wilbur</a></strong></div>

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