Help analyzing a poem (The Writer) by Richard Wilbur?

Question

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped...

Answer 1

The rest of the poem:

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.

Richard Wilbur.

Think of the what she is writing, like that bird, inside her fighting for freedom, and she is trying to open that artistic window.

Her father, a known writer, who understands the difficulty of writing, and the luck of being recognized, sees her struggle from a new perspective.

He wishes she does not have to endure the struggle, but realizes that she, like he, will.

Answer 2

A man is telling about his daughter writing a book and how he hears her typing and it affects him emotionally. He says even the house seems to hear and react to her typing. It reminds him of a starling bird that was trapped in her room 2 years ago and how they let it out the window.

This can't be all the poem.

Answer 3

The poem says that he hears his daughter's story, and it affects him. He says that although she's young, the burden of her life and the things she knows are plentiful. He thinks her story is so powerful that it almost... passes through the whole house. and the last part, i think, says that it reminded him of the sterling that was trapped in her room, which he had to approach carefully to help.