December 17, 2004

For The Anniversary Of My Death [Filed under: Merwin, W.S.]

For The Anniversary Of My Death

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

November 21, 2004

The Flight of Language [Filed under: Merwin, W.S.]

The Flight of Language

Some of the leaves stay on all winter
and spring comes without knowing
whether there is suffering in them
or ever was
and what it is in the tongue they speak
that cannot be remembered by listening
for the whole time that they are on the tree
and then as they fly off with the air
that always through their lives was there

December 19, 2003

Separation [Filed under: Merwin, W.S.]


Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.