INVOCATION The day hanging by its feet with a hole In its voice And the light running into the sand Here I am once again with my dry mouth At the fountain of thistles Preparing to sing. – W. S. Merwin, from his book The Moving Target (Atheneum, 1963). Now found in The Second Four Books of Poems (Copper Canyon […] Read More
“Nocturne II” by W.S. Merwin
NOCTURNE II August arrives in the dark we are not even asleep and it is here with a gust of rain rustling before it how can it be so late all at once somewhere the Perseids are falling toward us already at a speed that would burn us alive if we could believe it but […] Read More
“Remembering Summer” by W.S. Merwin
REMEMBERING SUMMER Being too warm the old lady said to me is better than being too cold I think now in between is the best because you never give it a thought but it goes by too fast I remember the winter how cold it got I could never get warm wherever I was but […] Read More
