W S Merwin At 10 P.M. Poem by Fred Babbin
W S Merwin At 10 P.M.
The light in the hallway
From the bathroom
We see it.
With such quietness
With no sound but the tinnitus
In my brain..
I write with a sleeping wife.
I stop and think
And write some more.
Writing fends off
The night,
the 10 O‘clock death
I am alive because I write
Where is the world?
Is it still there?
I am alone
Am I alone?
And the writing goes on.
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