Showing posts with label W.S. Merwin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label W.S. Merwin. Show all posts

Thursday, December 21, 2023

The Morning

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Would I love it this way if it could last
 would I love it this way if it
 were the whole sky the one heaven
 or if I could believe it belonged to me
 a possession that was mine alone
 or if I imagined that it noticed me
 recognized me and may have come to see me
 out of all the mornings that I never knew
 and all those that I have forgotten
 would I love it this way if I were somewhere else
 or if I were younger for the first time
or if these very birds were not singing
 or I could not hear them or see their trees
 would I love it this way if I were in pain
 red torment of body or gray void of grief
 would I love it this way if I knew
 that I would remember anything that is
 here now anything anything

 --W.S. Merwin

Happy Holidays

Monday, November 08, 2021

Choosing

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Choosing

Was it home or foreign
 that city without color
 where I once lived for a time
 that often seemed long
 thinking there was no choice 
and all night I heard the captive
 lions roaring

 now I look back
 from when the rain is falling
 in the bright day

 a friend and I
 talked back then about a tree
 whose branches were the choice that we
 had not taken
 then she chose not to be

 never was there any such tree

 better
 the sound of the rain
 better the brightness falling
 better the day
 choosing to be morning

--W.S. Merwin

photo: Henri Cartier Bresson

Sunday, July 25, 2021

How It Happens

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How It Happens

 The sky said I am watching
 to see what you
 can make out of nothing
 I was looking up and I said
 I thought you 
were supposed to be doing that
 the sky said Many
 are clinging to that 
I am giving you a chance
 I was looking up and I said
 I am the only chance I have 
then the sky did not answer
 and here we are 
with our names for the days
 the vast days that do not listen to us

W. S. Merwin

 “In Blake, we recover our original state, not by returning to it, but by re-creating it. The act of creation is not producing something out of nothing, but the act of setting free what we already possess.” --Northrup Frye

Photo: Trinidad Head June 30, 2021