Poetry by David Filer

Dedicated to The Imani Project

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I take my time reading Richard Wilbur,

Captured by his wit, playful yet sober.


A verbal nudge, a sly pun, almost fey,

As if he knew I couldn't turn away,


Would be entranced by joy as well as grief,

His measured trust in love, however brief.


More now as my hair has turned to silver,

I take my time and read Richard Wilbur.


—David Filer