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Today is our Summer Poetry Show, so let's begin with a poem. This is one of my favorites, a relatively obscure Pablo Neruda poem called "Let's Wait."
Other days still to come
are rising like bread
or waiting like chairs or a
pharmacopeia, or merchandise:
a factory of days in the making:
artisans of the soul
are building and weighing and
preparing
days bitter or precious
that will knock at your door in due time
to award you an orange
or murder you in cold blood where you stand.
This one, like Richard Wilbur's "Love Calls Us To the Things of This World" and like a few by Whitman, contains words I have held close for decades and murmured sometimes under my breath. A good poem is a friend. More, including Wilbur himself, on today's show.
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