Poetry January 1974

A Black Birch in Winter

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Also by Richard Wilbur:
She (1958)*
The Proof (1964)
C Minor (1974)*
A Shallot (1975)
For W. H. Auden (1979)
Bone Key (1995)*
The Disappearing Alphabet (1997)*
Sir David Brewster’s Toy (2002)*
Some Words Inside of Words (2004)*
*with audio of Richard Wilbur reading the poem

Interview:
A Certain Logic: an interview with Richard Wilbur
by Peter Davison (Sept. 9, 1999)

You might not know this old tree by its bark,
Which once was striate, smooth, and glossy-dark,
So deep now are the rifts that separate
Its roughened surface into flake and plate.

Fancy might less remind you of a birch
Than of mosaic columns in a church
Like Ara Coeli or the Lateran
Or the trenched features of an agèd man.

Still, do not be too much persuaded by
These knotty furrows and these tesserae
To think of patterns made from outside in
Or finished wisdom in a shriveled skin.

Old trees are doomed to annual rebirth,
New wood, new life, new compass, greater girth,
And this is all their wisdom and their art—
To grow, stretch, crack, and not yet come apart.




Copyright © 1974, The Atlantic Monthly; January 1974; A Black Birch in Winter; Volume 233, No. 1; page 65.

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