AFTER THE ALPHABETS I am trying to decipher the language of insects they are the tongues of the future their vocabularies describe buildings as food they can depict dark water and the veins of trees they can convey what they do not know and what is known at a distance and what nobody knows they […] Read More
“The Veil of May” by W.S. Merwin
THE VEIL OF MAY No more than a week and the leaves have all come out on the ash trees now they are more than half open on the ancient walnuts standing alone in the field reaching up through the mute amazement of age they have uncurled on the oaks from hands small as […] Read More
“Before a Departure in Spring” by W.S. Merwin
BEFORE A DEPARTURE IN SPRING Once more it is April with the first light sifting through the young leaves heavy with dew making the colors remember who they are the new pink of the cinnamon tree the gilded lichens of the bamboo the shadowed bronze of the kamani and the blue day opening as the […] Read More
