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VERSES: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World  

Deanna Knetzger; 2014
Last Updated: May 12, 2014 URL: http://libguides.huhs.org/content.php?pid=569674 Print Guide RSS UpdatesEmail Alerts

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Love Calls Us to the Things of This World by Richard Wilbur

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,

And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul   

Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple   

As false dawn.

                     Outside the open window   

The morning air is all awash with angels.

    Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,   

Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.   

Now they are rising together in calm swells   

Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear   

With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

    Now they are flying in place, conveying

The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving   

And staying like white water; and now of a sudden   

They swoon down into so rapt a quiet

That nobody seems to be there.

                                             The soul shrinks

    From all that it is about to remember,

From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,

And cries,

               “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,   

Nothing but rosy hands in the rising stream

And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.”

    Yet, as the sun acknowledges

With a warm look the world’s hunks and colors,   

The soul descends once more in bitter love   

To accept the waking body, saying now

In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,   

    “Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;

Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;   

Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,   

And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating

Of dark habits,

                      keeping their difficult balance.

 

Deanna Knetzger

Hi,

My name is Deanna from the Class of 2014 at HUHS. I'm going to St. Norbert College in De Pere, Wisconsin. There, I will be studing International Business and Language Area Study (IBLAS) and emphasising in Pre-law. I will also be running collegiately in cross country. One of the most important things to remember is where you came from. Even if you end up as President of the United States, there were plenty of people who supported you and carried you through difficult times. I hope that you enjoy your young years in high school as much as I did, and excel at all you put your heart into. Never give in; Never give up <3

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