A few months ago, I read through Richard Wilbur's recently published Collected Poems. There are few more meticulous craftsmen out there, but I can't say I'm a huge fan of his poetry, which is on the whole more refined than I like. There were a few poems in the book, however, that I thought exceptionally fine. Including this one (scroll down to the bottom of the page for the text), which is actually one of the new poems. Pretty impressive to be able to write a poem this good after doing it for so long. Most poets seem to burn out after being hot for a spell of ten to twenty years. But Wilbur never did burn too whitely in the first place.