To the Etruscan Poets

by
 Dream fluently, still brothers, who when young
Took with your mother's milk the mother tongue,

In which pure matrix, joining world and mind,
You strove to leave some line of verse behind

Like still fresh tracks across a field of snow,
Not reckoning that all could melt and go.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - To the Etruscan PoetsEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Richard Wilbur Poems

Analysis and Comments on To the Etruscan Poets

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem To the Etruscan Poets here.