I have nothing new to ask of you,
Future, heaven of the poor.
I am still wearing the same things.
I am still begging the same question
By the same light,
Eating the same stone,
And the hands of the clock still knock without entering.
–W. S. Merwin, from his book The Moving Target, and reprinted in Migration: New & Selected Poems.
yolanda says
‘love your poems…thanks for sharing to the world your God given talents…
and your merwin conservancy