Coming into the high room again after years
after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies
after losses and feet on stairs
after looking and mistakes and forgetting
turning there thinking to find
no one except those I knew
finally I saw you
sitting in white
you of whom I had heard
with my own ears since the beginning
for whom more than once
I have opened the door
believing you were not far
— W.S. Merwin, from his book The Rain in the Trees (Knopf). Copyright © 1987 by W. S. Merwin. Used by permission of the publishers.
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