Richard Wilbur

(March 1, 1921)

Riddle - Poem by Richard Wilbur

Where far in forest I am laid,
In a place ringed around by stones,
Look for no melancholy shade,
And have no thoughts of buried bones;
For I am bodiless and bright,
And fill this glade with sudden glow;
The leaves are washed in under-light;
Shade lies upon the boughs like snow.


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  • (5/5/2007 6:21:00 PM)


    A riddle poem that is both clever and beautiful. Add 'campfire' to the keywords. (Report) Reply

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