Poetry

Variations to the Accompaniment of a Cloud

W. S. Merwin

 

         Because I do not hope ever again
to pass this way I sing these
notes now in silence
each in its own time

Here Together

W. S. Merwin

 

These days I can see us clinging to each other
as we are swept along by the current
I am clinging to you to keep you from
being swept away and you are clinging to me

Losing a Language

W. S. Merwin

 

A breath leaves the sentences and does not come back
yet the old still remember something that they could say

Native

W. S. Merwin

 

Most afternoons
of this year which is written as a number
in my own hand
on the white plastic labels