Air Poem by William Stanley Merwin

Air

Rating: 3.7


Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has 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 OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 09 December 2020

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. a very fine poem. tony

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* Sunprincess * 27 May 2014

..........lovely poem....sounds like a peaceful night.... ~ Walking at night between the two deserts, Singing. ~

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Karen Sinclair 04 December 2012

Oh deary me... i adore this..... i really felt so much

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Zoe Smith 13 June 2006

I love the ending, the music rises through the entire piece. Beautiful like Chopin notes everywhere.

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Robert Bergren 17 April 2006

tell me how to make this magic

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