Week 29: To The Etruscan Poets, by Richard Wilbur

To The Etruscan Poets

Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mothers’ milk the mother tongue,

In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind

Like a fresh track across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go.

Richard Wilbur

Some poets can say more in six lines than others manage in six hundred…

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