For The Anniversary Of My Death
For The Anniversary Of My Death by W.S. Merwin 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 […]
The Flight of Language
The Flight of Language by W. S. Merwin 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 […]
Separation by W. S. Merwin Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.