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
“After the Alphabets” by W.S. Merwin
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
