BEGGARS AND KINGS In the evening all the hours that weren’t used are emptied out and the beggars are waiting to gather them up to open them to find the sun in each one and teach it its beggar’s name and sing to it It is well through the night but each of us […] Read More
“To the Spiders of This Room”, by W.S. Merwin
TO THE SPIDERS OF THIS ROOM You who waited here before me in silence mothers of silence I always knew you were present whether or not I could see you in your gray clouds your high corners spinners of the depths of shadows who recur without memory rising from beneath the moment as it […] Read More
“A Letter to Su Tung-p’o” by W.S. Merwin
A LETTER TO SU TUNG-P’O Almost a thousand years later I am asking the same questions you did the ones you kept finding yourself returning to as though nothing had changed except the tone of their echo growing deeper and what you knew of the coming of age before you had grown old I do […] Read More
