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 Contents | November 2002 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. Also by Richard Wilbur: The Disappearing Alphabet (1997) Bone Key (1995) C Minor (1974) She (1958) |
Sir David Brewster's Toy
by Richard Wilbur .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)In this tube you see At the far end a strew of Colored-glass debris— Which, however, grows Upon reflection to an Intricate pied rose, Flushed with sun, that might, Set in some cathedral's wall, Paraphrase the light. Now, at the least shake, The many colors jumble And abruptly make The rose rearrange, Adding to form and splendor The release of change. Rattle it afresh And see its coruscating Flinders quickly mesh, Fashioning once more A fine sixfold gaudiness Never seen before. Many prophets claim That Heaven's joys, though endless, Are not twice the same; This kaleidoscope Can, in that connection, give Exercise in hope. Richard Wilbur was the poet laureate of the United States in 1987. His most recent book is Mayflies (2000). Copyright © 2002 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; November 2002; Sir David Brewster's Toy; Volume 290, No. 4; 98.
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