To the Etruscan Poets
Read 'To the Etruscan Poets' by 'Richard Wilbur' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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