On Having Misidentified A Wildflower

A thrush, because I’d been wrong,
Burst rightly into song
In a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only.

by Richard Wilbur

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About Carolyn Ogburn

Writer, hiker, activist and gadfly. #Binder Writes @NumeroCinq555 / Blogs @pshares MFA @VCFA
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One Response to On Having Misidentified A Wildflower

  1. Katherine says:

    The verse that is spinning in our house is this:

    Now that the ladder of life has been strung
    you might think a sweep’s on the bottommost rung
    I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
    in this whole wide world there’s no ‘appier bloke

    Bennett’s two favorite lines are: “now that the ladder of life has been strung”, and “good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you.”

    (now it’s stuck in your head too!)
    🙂

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