James Merrill

(3 March 1926 – 6 February 1995 / New York City, New York)

James Merrill Poems

1. Manos Karastefanes 5/9/2012
2. Yánnina 5/9/2012
3. A Mysterious Epigraph 5/9/2012
4. The Candid Decorator 5/9/2012
5. Log 5/9/2012
6. The Puzzle Is No Puzzle 5/9/2012
7. Another April 5/9/2012
8. Home Fires 5/9/2012
9. Voices From The Other World 5/9/2012
10. The Broken Home 5/9/2012
11. An Urban Convalescence 5/9/2012
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An Urban Convalescence

Out for a walk, after a week in bed,
I find them tearing up part of my block
And, chilled through, dazed and lonely, join the dozen
In meek attitudes, watching a huge crane
Fumble luxuriously in the filth of years.
Her jaws dribble rubble. An old man
Laughs and curses in her brain,
Bringing to mind the close of The White Goddess.

As usual in New York, everything is torn down
Before you have had time to care for it.
Head bowed, at the shrine of noise, let me try to recall
What building stood here. Was there a building at all?
I have lived on ...

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