Saturday, July 4, 2015

The Censor by Richard Wilbur


The Censor

In any company, he listens hard
For signs of vanity and self-regard,
Reacting to each name that’s dropped, to each
Complacent anecdote or turn of speech
With subtle indications of surprise—
A wince, perhaps, a widening of the eyes,
Or a slight lifting of the brow, addressed
To the egomaniac within his breast.



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