Showing posts with label W. S. Merwin. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 12, 2025

W. S. Merwin: "Grace Note"


It is at last any morning

not answering to a name

I wake before there is light

hearing once more that same 

music without repetition

or beginning playing

away into myself

in silence like a wave

a unison in its own

key that I seem 

to have heard before I

was listening but by the time

I hear it now it is gone

as when on a morning

alive with sunlight

almost at the year's end

a feathered breath a bird

flies in at the open window

then vanishes leaving me

believing what I do not see



Monday, October 7, 2024

W. S. Merwin: "Travelling Together"

 

If we are separated, I will

try to wait for you

on your side of things

your side of the wall and the water

and of the light moving at its own speed

even on leaves that we have seen

I will wait on one side

while a side is there



From "The Rain in The Trees" published 1987 by Alfred A. Knopf

The Merwin Conservancy

Sunday, May 23, 2021

W.S. Merwin : "The Heart"

 
In the first chamber of the heart
all the gloves are hanging but two
the hands are bare as they come through the door
the bell rope is moving without them
they move forward cupped as though 
holding water
there is a bird bathing in their palms
in this chamber there is no color


In the second chamber of the heart
all the blindfolds are hanging but one
the eyes are open as they come in
they see the bell rope moving 
without hands
they see the bathing bird
being carried forward
through the colored chamber


In the third chamber of the heart
all sounds are hanging but one
the ears hear nothing as they come through the door
the bell rope is moving like a breath
without hands
a bird is being carried forward
bathing
in total silence.


In the last chamber of the heart
all the words are hanging
but one
the blood is naked as it steps through the door 
with its eyes open
and a bathing bird in its hands
and with its bare feet on the sill
moving as through on water
to the one stroke of the bell
someone is ringing without hands



The Essential  W.S. Merwin
Edited by Michael Wiegers
Copper Canyon Press, 2017

Monday, July 20, 2020

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all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud 



see how they wake without a question

even though the whole world is burning





W. S. Merwin (1927 - 2019)
From The Shadow of Sirius
"Rain Light" (excerpt)
Copper Canyon Press 2009


Saturday, February 13, 2016

W. S. Merwin (1927- ) : "By the Avenue"




Through the trees and across the river

with its surface the color of steel

on a rainy morning late in spring

the splintered skyline of the city

glitters in a silence we all know

but cannot touch or reach for with words

and I am the only one who can

remember now over there among

the young leaves brighter than the daylight

another light through the tall windows 

a sunbeam sloping like a staircase 

and from beyond it my father's voice

telling about a mote in an eye

that was like a mote in a sunbeam




From "The Shadow Of Sirius"
Copper Canyon Press 2009
The Shadow of Sirius

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

W. S. Merwin (1927- ) : "Rain Light"





All day the stars watch from long ago

my mother said I am going now

when you are alone you will be all right

whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain

all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud

touches the patchwork spread on the hill

the washed colors of the afterlife

that lived there long before you were born

see how they wake without a question

even though the whole world is burning



From "The Shadow of Sirius"
Copper Canyon Press 2009
The Shadow of Sirius



Tuesday, March 4, 2014

W. S. Merwin (1927- ) : "Note"


Remember how the naked soul
comes to language and at once knows
loss and distance and believing

then for a time it will not run
with its old freedom
like a light innocent of measure
but will hearken to how
one story becomes another
and will try to tell where
they have emerged from
and where they are heading
as though they were its own legend
running before the words and beyond them
naked and never looking back

through the noise of questions



From "The Shadow of Sirius"
Copper Canyon Press 2009
The Shadow of Sirius