A poem by me love - W.S. Merwin

[angelajenessa.livejournal.com]

Air

Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which as a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.
I listen to both sides
But I keep right on.
I remember the leaves sitting in judgment
And then winter.

I remember the rain with its bundle of roads.
The rain taking all its roads.
Nowhere.

Young as I am, old as I am,

I forget tomorrow, the blind man.
I forget the life among the buried windows.
The eyes in the curtains.
The wall
Growing through the immortelles.
I forget silence
The owner of the smile.

This must be what I wanted to be doing,
Walking at night between the two deserts,
Singing.

Comments

[svaja.livejournal.com]

that's the second w.s. merwin poem I've read here that I've absolutely loved. I need to go pick up a collection of his, or something...

I love the phrase "bundle of roads"

Re: Merwin

[angelajenessa.livejournal.com]

You should definitely get a collection of his. He is an amazing poet and an amazing man. I would recommend his collection entitled *The Second Four Books of Poems*. This collection has *The Lice*, and *The Carrier of Ladders* which are truly amazing books of work. He has made up a mythical language all his own.