for Richard Wilbur
Today I am proud of all poets everywhere,
For it’s true: the voice is sacred,
Such is this mix of meaning, muscle, and air.
Though they toil in private, as at solitaire,
And often wilt among the living and thrive among the dead,
Today I am proud of all poets everywhere
For they loose the stops, and what issues there
Is like a dance upon an isthmus between two seabeds,
Such is this mix of meaning, muscle, and air,
And they are its outlets, the vivid portals in air
Through which the winds of all revelations are sped,
So that today I am proud of all poets everywhere.
Some god, in his hunger to be known, pared
His desire into a pipe of flesh, and through
it like a living thread
Goes this mix of meaning, muscle, and air.
O Voice, rising in rage, or lifted in pray ...
Daniel Rifenburgh is
Daniel Rifenburghs poems have appeared in The Paris Review, The New Republic and The Colorado Review
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