COMING TO THE MORNING
You make me remember all of the elements
the sea remembering all of its waves
in each of the waves there was always a sky made of water
and an eye that looked once
there was the shape of one mountain
and a blood kinship with rain
and the air for touch and for the tongue
at the speed of light
in which the world is made
from a single star
and our ears
are formed of the sea as we listen
–W.S. Merwin, from his book The Rain in the Trees (1987, A.A. Knopf). Used by permission of the publishers.
Copyright © 1987 by W. S. Merwin.
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