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Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

Richard Wilbur

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Richard Wilbur
Age: 96 †
Born: 1921
Born: March 1
Died: 2017
Died: October 14
Poet
Translator
University Teacher
Writer
New York City
New York
Richard Purdy Wilbur
Richard Wilbur
Inspirational
Angelic
Angels
Angel
Window
Air
Outside
Open
Morning
Awash

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