COLD SPRING MORNING
At times it has seemed that when
I first came here it was an old self
I recognized in the silent walls
and the river far below
but the self has no age
as I knew even then and had known
for longer than I could remember
as the sky has no sky
except itself this white morning in May
with fog hiding the barns
that are empty now and hiding the mossed
limbs of gnarled walnut trees and the green
pastures unfurled along the slope
I know where they are and the birds
that are hidden in their own calls
in the cold morning
I was not born here I come and go
— W.S. Merwin, from his book The Shadow of Sirius, (2009, Copper Canyon Press), used by permission of the publishers. Copyright © 2009 by W. S. Merwin.
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