Friday, January 18, 2019

For the Anniversary of My Death by W. S. Merwin

For the Anniversary of My Death
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day 
When the last fires will wave to me 
And the silence will set out 
Tireless traveler 
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer 
Find myself in life as in a strange garment 
Surprised at the earth 
And the love of one woman 
And the shamelessness of men 
As today writing after three days of rain 
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease 
And bowing not knowing to what

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