… The Poet of Light. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
“Obscurely yet most surely called to praise / As sometimes summer calls us all,” Wilbur wrote in his 20s. The wonder here is not simply the pure gift on display — the music and memorability of these two lines! — but the gift given over to wonder. It never flagged. Well into his 80s, Wilbur still attended to “the blind delight of being.”
That poem, “Praise in Summer” is his masterpiece.
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