by Richard Wilbur
A word sticks in the wind's throat;
A wind-launch drifts in the swells of rye;
Sometimes, in broad silence,
The hanging apples distil their darkness.
You, in a green dress, calling, and with brown hair,
Who come by the field-path now, whose name I say
Softly, forgive me love if also I call you
Wind's word, apple-heart, haven of grasses.
Source: Wilbur, Richard. "Apology." Collected Poems: 1943-2004. Orlando: Harcourt Books, 2004. Print.
What would a formal interpretation of the poem focus on?
a reflection of patriarchal society in the poem
the author's biography and psychology
the reader's interaction with the poem
the literary qualities and elements