THE WONDER OF THE IMPERFECT Nothing that I do is finishedso I keep returning to itlured by the notion that I longto see the whole of it at lastcompleted and estranged from me but no the unfinished is whatI return to as it leads me onI am made whole by what has justescaped me as […] Read More
“To the New Year”, by W.S. Merwin
TO THE NEW YEAR With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they had not noticed and did not know you at all then the voice of a dove calls from far […] Read More
“Lights Out” by W.S. Merwin
LIGHTS OUT The old grieving autumn goes on calling to its summer the valley is calling to other valleys beyond the ridge each star is roaring alone into darkness there is not a sound in the whole night – W.S. Merwin, from his Pulitzer Prize-winning book The Shadow of Sirius (2008, Copper Canyon Press). Used […] Read More
