THE LAUGHING THRUSH O nameless joy of the morning tumbling upward note by note out of the night and the hush of the dark valley and out of whatever has not been there song unquestioning and unbounded yes this is the place and the one time in the whole of before and after with all […] Read More
“Worn Words” by W.S. Merwin
WORN WORDS The late poems are the ones I turn to first now following a hope that keeps beckoning me waiting somewhere in the lines almost in plain sight it is the late poems that are made of words that have come the whole way they have been there — W.S. Merwin, from his […] Read More
“Youth” by W.S. Merwin
YOUTH Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for or what to call you I think I did not even know I was looking how would I have known you when I saw you as I did time after time when you appeared to me as you […] Read More
