<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/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">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pause in the stairwell, hearing<br>From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys<br>Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now it is she who pauses,<br>As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.<br>A stillness greatens, in which</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the dazed starling<br>Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;<br>How we stole in, lifted a sash</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And iridescent creature<br>Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove<br>To the hard floor, or the desk-top,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wait then, humped and bloody,<br>For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits<br>Rose when, suddenly sure,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lifted off from a chair-back, <br>Beating a smooth course for the right window<br>And clearing the sill of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Wilbur">Richard Wilbur</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336428" data-title="The Writer de Richard Wilbur" data-description="In her room at the prow of the house/Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,/My daughter is writing a story./I pause in the stairwell, hearing/From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys/Like a chain hauled over a gunwale..."></div> </div> </div>

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